Thursday, August 23, 2007
♥ 11:31 PM
It's late and I should be tired and sleeping, but not tired. Again.I bleed it out.Go, stop the show.Choppy words and a sloppy flow.Shotgun opera, lock and load,Cock it back and then watch it go.Mama help me, I've been cursed,Death is rolling in every verse.Candy paint on his brand new hearse.Can't contain him, he knows he works.F**k this hurts, I won't lie.Doesn't matter how hard I try.Half the words don't mean a thing,And I know that I won't be satisfied.So why, try ignoring him.Make it a dirt dance floor again.Say your prayers and stomp it out,When they bring that chorus in.I bleed it out, Digging deeper just to throw it away.I bleed it out,Digging deeper just to throw it away.I bleed it out,Digging deeper just to throw it away,Just to throw it away,Just to throw it away.I bleed it out.I've opened up these scars,I'll make you face this.I pulled myself so far,I'll make you face this now.~Bleed It Out - LinkinPark.I like that song. (: My mother says she doesn't like Linkin Park cause it's noisy. Hurhur. Yes I'm okay. (:Dett.P.S. I want sneakers and Ting recommended Converse ones. Converse it is! :D CARSHAOIWANNAGETCONVERSESNEAKERSTHISSATURDAYOKAYOKAYOKA. :D AND I STILL WANT ECLIPSE. ><
