Don't really like you.Can't you tell,Don't really like you.
I feel like being alone right now,
if that makes sense. I don't feel like dealing with people. Don't feel like going to parties With anyone anymore, I just wanna sit at home and read a book like I used to.
Don't wanna get drunk, Cuz I don't have to. Don't wanna go outside, Cuz I hate you. Don't wanna know your name,
Cuz I've seen you a million times before, Lead lead the same boring life. Don't wanna get wasted every night.
Anymore.
I'm growing old and boring. All I wanna do is talk or
Back In The USSAHey there old friend, it's been quite a while. How is it out there dancing on lightening? When are you coming back to the USSA? When are you coming home? Theres nothing wrong. Pretend nothings wrong You did nothing wrongBack In The USSA
Pretend to be innocent Did you feel lucky today? Did you dodge a bullet today? Did you see bombs drop today? Were you scared shitless today? And did you write to your mother And tell her you're okay? Did you call your friends and family On thanksgiving and Christmas? Hey there old friend, some news on Sammy. Her mother got l
Love Lies AwakeLove lies awake with you while you're sleeping in your bed When you're passed out drunk from the long night you had Love doesn't care about your senseless voicemails either It erases them and shakes its head, waits for your arrival Love puts its arm around you and helps you up the stairs It tucks you in, with a kiss goodnight to let you know it cares Love calmly reassures you, it doesn't matter what you did Loves lies awake with you while you're sleeping in your bedLove Lies Awake
Everybody LiesEverybody lies.Everybody Lies
He lied when he said he wouldn't hurt me. He lied when he said it would be okay. They lied when they said I can talk to them.
Everybody lies.
I told them with my eyes I told them with my tears But they lied when they said it feels better to talk about it.
I went to school and did my work I went to a party and met a friend But they lied when they said I would forget about it.
I tried to move on I tried to grow
But they lied when they said I would get over it.
I am still not over it.
Our Funeral Of A WeddingThe bride wears black, The groom wears a white suite Covered in blood splatters. There’s only white roses at the ceremony. There’s no dancing at this wedding. Because this isn’t and wasn’t Meant to be like every other wedding. You’re going to think you’re at A funeral. But that’s romance to me. Dead as can be, But that’s how I prefer it.Our Funeral Of A Wedding
Because if I decide to marry a man, He is going to be my Frankenstein… And we will love each other to death. Meant for each other. Because I am A morbidly romantic kinda ghou
| Hi. My names John Knowles. I am a writer and a musician. I listen to alot of different types of music, but I am a punk til the the day. I play in a band called Dead Giveaway. I have also played in various punk/hardcore/metal dands oer the year. I also play in an indie/experimental band called Idiosyncrasies. I am a humanist and I don't believe in god. I like poetry and my favourite writer is Spephanie Kuehnert. |
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Baby if you need me like I know I need you
There's just one thing I'll ask you to do
Take my hand and lead me
To the hole in your garden wall
And pull me through
~Jackson Browne
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Who is the form, following the function of what, and what I am is a man in a mask.
I can see that.
Im not questioning your powers of observation, im merely remarking on the paradox of asking a masked man, who he is.
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Who is the form, following the function of what, and what I am is a man in a mask.
I can see that.
Im not questioning your powers of observation, im merely remarking on the paradox of asking a masked man, who he is.
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Who is the form, following the function of what, and what I am is a man in a mask.
I can see that.
Im not questioning your powers of observation, im merely remarking on the paradox of asking a masked man, who he is.
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Who is the form, following the function of what, and what I am is a man in a mask.
I can see that.
Im not questioning your powers of observation, im merely remarking on the paradox of asking a masked man, who he is.
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