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03.30.2011

I caught my boyfriend kissing a replica
Oh god, she looked just like me
Only nice and sweet and better
But she's not bacon, boy, she's fucking sizzlean

She broke my records and she cut my hair
She broke my records and she cut my hair
He broke my records and he cut my hair
Doused out the fire in my stare

Now I live on a new street, baby
Now I live on a new street, yeah
Now I live on a new street, baby

The address number's zero
And the place is nowhere

Don't. You. Try. To. Fake. Me. Out.

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03.25.11

The first time we had sex meant nothing.

But now, I don't know if it still does. What's inside of it? What the fuck does it mean? I ask and I get no fucking answers.

I feel like an empty shell. I'm being battered over and over again and I'm cracked. I'm fucking shattering.

I don't think you get it. I don't even think you want to get it. You don't want to capture it. You don't want to keep it.

So is this only temporary?

//Your pleasure is my pain. You enjoy sex that's devoid of any emotions, or tenderness, or meaning. I fucking hate it. But I feel like I have no control over it, I feel like it's unstoppable, even though I know it's not. But it's like I can't help hoping every FUCKING time that something will change.

Nothing's gonna change. Especially not you.

You fucking sit there and you talk and it never means anything. You do shit, just because you feel like doing shit. And that's it. WHY THE FUCK DON'T YOU MEAN ANYTHING?!?!?

I can ask you why you love me. I can ask you why you love anything that you love, and you don't even fucking know. Is it because you love my heart? Or my cunt?

Fuck you. Fuck this. Fuck me.

I'm done.

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03.23.11

I said "I wanna come over"
You said "Okay, just come over"
Your friends are all on the couch
Your friends said "Let's walk around"

I'll pretend your friends are my friends
And I'll kinda try not to offend them
But I won't let you see anything real
I'll let you know there's limits

I stopped talking an hour ago

It's one particular point of view
This group dynamic caters to
It's a predictable point of view
I think you know when it caters to you

And if you do know
Don't act like you don't
Because it's really annoying
And if you don't know..
Well, let's just say
You're alot, lot
Stupider than I thought

I'll pretend your friends are my friends
But I don't want to hear you defend them
In fact, that kinda insults me
And I kinda don't really want to be here

I stopped talking an hour ago

Okay your whole thing
Has put me in negative space
For way too fucking long
Now all I managed to say
During that time was
I hate danger
But what I really should have said was

You're so not dangerous
You're so not what you say you are at all

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02.03.11

The sun is setting and the day is late
As we walk over this wasteland of hate
People getting angry in the darkest hours
There's blood on the streets 'cause the streets are ours

We're warriors

Our mates are diamonds and we shine like steel
You'll never beat us down 'cause your wounds will never heal
You can't take us for a ride
You can't rob a warrior of its pride

Never forget the warriors

It's your hate on which we feed
We are the new class, we are the new breed
Send our regards to a nation on fire
And with love, a bouquet of barbed wire

We're warriors

Never forget the warriors