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regret2012
02:22
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my epitaph will read: here lies man amongst the beasts,
or at least the shell of one asleep. rest in peace. rip.
it'd be hard to love anyone who'd love someone like me
o, jesus christ. please, god bless me.
there's no hope. there's no light.
the taste in my mouth is like sugar n blood
like the things that come out of it, vapid n dumb soo
how dare yu say to me "thats not enough" i mean,
werent yu the one who'd say songs about love like
all of the girls who say all of the boys are all the same
are all the same
i'd keep ma girl close and enemies away!
yu'd wanna forget but yu try...
there's no hope. there's no light.
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orchids
02:43
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if problems looked like flowers i'd be happy for there blooms
a sad and sappy gardener, picking at his wounds
a self deprecating sadist looking fondly at his garden
and yu would be my orchids
but i am the garden and i am the gardener
so i am the root of all of my problems
it seems that all ive got is myself
and my truly beautiful orchids
everytime i open my mouth yr buds start to bloom
i have one companion, my orchids, yes yu
and my teary eyeducts would water my garden
if problems looked like flowers
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humaan gauze
02:50
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01-b
02:42
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i could go or i could stay
guess i'll go
home alone, in disarray
doors locked, either way
if i knew what to do/say
i wouldnt be in this situation anyways
yes! i can come out. i can come right out of him.and i can push him aside. push YU aside. i could make yu all cry.i could make yu all feel terrible. maybe even forever. i can make the mouth, this mouth here, do/say things. i could almost destroy anyone, each one of yu, if i get out. ther isnt one of yu i wouldnt spare. not even yu!
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la cucaracha
03:08
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but if things ever go wrong you can always blame yr parents mama never loved me daddy always absent average intelligence no tangible talents unknown pleasures earl grey and a xanax regret the day nightly 'NO HOPE' on a white tee 'NO HOPE' craved into the side of a dead tree yea youve got some good friends yea youve got some bad friends but if all goes wrong you can always blame yr parents
dream jobs any job where you dont get drugged tested smoke spots in the woods where you get yr thoughts collected sometimes you skateboard wish you never quit though you'd be way better prolly coulda gone pro never wanna stay still just wanna eat some pizza gbs made out of coke bottle 3litter no money saved (it goes to personal investments) but it all goes wrong you can always blame yr parents
it's hard to wake up even harder to go sleep you open the fridge and theres nothing to eat all yr clothes dirty and theyre not even your clothes thrifted them or lifted 'em yr closet is yr floor lookin in the mirror thinking 'what is this for' the days blend together thedaysblendtogether the wieght of the world begins to feel tremendous but if all goes wrong you can always blame yr parents
so go yr own way til yr finally famous think of yr haircuts as lifestyle changes used to have long hair now yu got short kinda miss the long hair yea man i been there yea man i been dead yet i am still sore follow my voice in the dark behind locked doors playin that geetar straining my larynx but if all goes to hell you can all ways blame yr parents
NONE OF YR OLD FRIENDS TREAT YU THE SAME
YU ONLY HAVE YRSELF TO BLAME
YU AINT NOTHIN, BUT A COCKROACH
NOTHIN. NO HOPE.
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SPACEBOUND
02:48
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how iam i supposed to help yu
i can barley help myself
ive been hidin out
from troubles ivecreqated
if yuve been reachin out
sowwy how i been behavin
a little cold a distant
maybe more than a little....
dont mean to sound all fragile
but u should know my heart is brittle
how am i supposed to help you
i can barley help myself
ive been wildin out
and i been seenin visions
boy i been hangin out
w freeqs and apprehensions
i even talk(ed) to god
and yet i still feel empty
i just called to say that
you can go on without me/
how am i supposed to help yu
i can barley help myslef
how am i supposed to help you?
i only care ab myslef....
Sb
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Alice's Brain
02:00
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darker than black
02:09
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birds in my tree, rocks in my shoe, blood in my hair
what's it to you? how thick the fog? how deep the dark?
i see you in passing; yr passive aggressive "u kno where im headed"
why muse i grovel for human interacting
take a hit...... never quit.......
drugged up. i was So undone
wanted to kill myself. or at least the part
now im in the light and i know the extent of the dark
cum into the light. who can tell the two apart ??
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dtb
00:17
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John Roseboro Brooklyn, New York
*feeding the soul*
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