«take this life,
i'm right here,
stay a while and breathe me in.»

happy enddings only happens with unfinished stories.
strong in body, weak in purpose.

today i look like shit.

i swear i love you.

yesterday i woke up.

yesterday i sat in the floor of a train.
yesterday i smoked a cigarette.
yesterday i kissed you.
yesterday i lied.
yesterday i came in a subway.
yesterday i ate alone.
yesterday i was in the second door to the end.
today can you believe me?

if we can't reach the sky, then why am i always high?
btw: here in the earth, this is hell, so just let me fly away.

always yours *

If I hadn't made me, I would've been made somehow. If I hadn't assembled myself, I'd have fallen apart by now. If I hadn't made me, I'd be more inclined to bow. Powers that be, would have swallowed me up but that's more than I can allow.
If you let them make you, they'll make you paper mache, at a distance you're strong, until the wind comes then you crumble and blow away. If you let them fuck you, there will be no fore-play, rest assured, they'll screw you complete 'til your ass is blue and gray.
You should make amends with you if only for better health. But if you really want to live why not try, and make yourself. If I hadn't made me, I'd have fallen apart by now, I won't let them make me, It's more than I can allow. So when I make me, I won't be paper mache and if I fuck me, I'll fuck me my own way. You should make amends with you, if only for better health, but if you really want to live why not try, and make yourself.


Incubus

sex.sex.sex.sex.sex.on.the.building.on.the.building.sex.sex.sex.sex.sex.

and it's only in the beggining.

your love is a lie. your thoughts are bad. my lungs are back. my heart is grey. my lungs are black. my heart is grey. my black is lungs. my grey is heart. my lungs are black. my heart is grey. my lungs are black. my heart is grey. your lie is a love. your bad is thoughts. my lungs are black. my heart is grey. my black is lungs. my grey is heart. your love is a lie. your thoughts are bad. your lie is a love. your bad is thoughts. my lungs are black. my heart is grey. my black is lungs. my grey is heart. my lungs are black. my heart is grey. my black is lungs. my grey is heart. your lie is a love. your bad is thoughts. your love is a lie. your thoughts are bad. my black is lungs. my grey is heart. my lungs are black. my heart is grey. my black is lungs. my grey is heart. your love is a lie. your thoughts are bad. your lie is a love. your bad is thoughts. my lungs are black. my heart is grey. your lie is a love.

this is the way she feels...

only if she could feel...

(evil laugh.)

when you get stupid I know what's coming next,

when you scream I can see the end.

everything you do, everything you say,

it's like cold memories to me.

my soul is dark,

my mind is stoned,

my body is undone,

and you know it.

you're my reflection,

my dejá vu feeling.

start a thing of your own and stop pretending to know.

hope.

happiness.

dreams.

pardon me if I'm doing it all wrong but deep inside I'm just stoned.
get used to it.

the sky is the limit to get stoned,
but maybe the sky isn't that great,
maybe it's better to stay on earth,
to enjoy the good things about life.
drugs aren't the answer to problems,
and if you think that drugs are cool,
well, then you're a fool.
Stop fucking your mind and start using it.

Don't do drugs,
you don't need to get high to fly.

music is the blood that keeps my body alive,

and that's all you need to know about me losers.

today is a good day to write something very romantic and sweet,
but I don't want to.
fuck you all for thinkin' good things about me,
let me just tell that you're all wrong,
and you don't want to be wrong, do you?
fuck you all for thinkin' bad things about me,
ok, maybe you're right about those things,
but just stop thinkin' whatever it is about me,
entertain yourselves with other things, like masturbation, drugs,
whatever, I don't care, and honestly who cares?
I'm really fucked up right now,
you cocksucker, motherfucker.

MARIJUANA, MOIST VAGINA.

home, the only place that makes me feel safe.
no one can take my home away, because it is where I want it to be,
and sometimes my home can be right next to you.

The end?
Not even close.

back off,
you're too close.
what the fuck is wrong here?
sorry to say it but you're all a bunch of hogs.

don't trust me, 'cause I don't trust you either.

don't try to fuck me, 'cause I can fuck you harder.

sick of dicks, tired of watching you.

sorry losers, but I'm gone.

peace.

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life is full of «must's», like:
"you must drink your milk."
"you must eat healty food."
"girls must like boys and boys must like girls."
but what if we try to live without «must's»?
don't you think it could be better?
so please guys, just try it,
I know I will (:

sorry for not being who you want me to be,
so go screw another girl if that makes you feel better.
I don't know why, but something really bad is going to happen.
but that's ok, I deserve it anyway.

-BULLSHIT

we share tears, I'll give you my heart if you need.

forever yours, forever mine.

whatever we do we should think if that makes ourselves happy or not.

think with you're head and heart, not with your cock!

come on motherfuckers, revolution is the answer for every goddame thing.

time changes everyone who needs to,

just don't expect that to happen soon.

do you have love problems? family problems? or maybe psychological problems?

whatever man,

it's like they say: "you get what you deserve."

let me not

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments, love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring bark,
Whose worth's unknown, altough his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom:
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.



William Shakespeare