Befor the Final BreakRipples flowBefor the Final Break
Hear me out as the spear cuts through, it penetrates deeply,
is this getting to you?
Dried Out
Certain things shatter, and it never seemed to matter, because you killed me befor the final break.
Washed away
Every now and then the blood stops flowing, but it bleeds through the book, and never stops going.
Cut open
Once the splitting wound is deep, you can't control the tears you weap. And with ever last breath you take, remember how you killed me befor the final break.
Everytime You GoAlmost filled with dreams, but now they run in streams, down a face so blindsided.Everytime You Go
Wishing you came back, or let something happen differently, All I have become is an unfolded napkin.
I'm on my knees, praying that you would come back to me, knowing you may never think about it.
Tell me everything you feel, I want to be the one that can be there, let me share one more memory
before you fully dissapear.
Everytime that someone leaves, We cry ourselves to sleep. I promised it might pass me by, but you ingraved it in m
HypedDeeply breathing, Unauthorized air, its not who I am, and you are not that way.Hyped
Not just close, but comfort is far, shaking in fear, tell me everything to know.
Alone but not, I can feel you inhale, held off the floor, but still standing strong.
Although its hard to understand, knowing somthing feels so bad. Dropping into silence, hitting solid bottom can be so unexpected.
Good feelings can come from bad intentions, to think back and realize the crap was done, makes me so hyped, you can't understand!
Till Death do us partDay last forever, darkness can not fail, something everlasting, that none of us can tell.Till Death do us part
One second is a death, another is a life, a never ending cycle, could that be alright?
Who leads the discoveries, looming in such light? The only thing we see are mysteries led from clues in histories.
Fights are big equations, the smart can only solve, in a population with such a growing rate, we would think that all could calculate.
Apart from a life,
I do not own,
I know your thoughts they all have shown. &nbs
Disappointment in Aces...End of another fateful night, Among poker chips and neon lights, Like a sign from above, Now I know I'm not good enough...Disappointment in Aces...
Watched as the cards were delt, Good about this hand I know I felt, This time I won't be beat, But I find myself in defeat...
Where did it all go wrong... Where did it all go wrong...
Had another sip, another drag, Motherfuckers are sure to brag, Cuz this is the hand I've been delt, Success, like ice, is sure to melt...
Like a shot through the heart, Left laying in the dark, Like a metaphore for life
blown awayDespairHe was the one she thought she knew. Until her eyes came upon you.Despair
You were hiding there alone in your despair. Just where she found you; crying right there.
She dried your tears and turned away. But you grabbed her wrist as if to say.
You clung to her tight and held her there. Afraid she would leave you alone back there.
But she clung back so tight and strong For she refused to leave you, all alone.
And from that night on you both clung strong. For the fear behind you mig
A Girl, A BoyThere was a girl, Who loved a boy, With her entire being. When she wasn't with him, It seemed like there was something missing, A hole inside her, That only he could fill.A Girl, A Boy
When this girl saw this boy, She held him like she would never let him go. As if it would be years since she had seen him. And she would be complete. When they parted, The hole returned. And it was all she could do not to cry.
There was a boy, Who loved a girl. With his entire being. Nothing could hold a candle, To all the things he felt for this girl. &
ThInking Hard now...
n im trying not to think about it to much... yea... so 
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Edge killed Matt
Angle beat Eugene
Rey beat Eddie
Cena beat Jericho grrrrrrrrr
Batista beat JBL even more grrrrrrrr
Hogan beat Shawn
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I guess I'll just rummage through all your incredibly personal things before you respond
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The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed.
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Umm... yea..... Hey there delilah whats it like in new york city? heh... good song..
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Umm... yea..... Hey there delilah whats it like in new york city? heh... good song..
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