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Suicide Notes
03:15
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I've Smoked so many cigars
wishing I was dead
Wishing I wasn't here
but in your arms instead
I used to Wonder if it was love
But Now I know that it is love
And I think that we might never end up friends
Oh my wows have lead to sorrow soaked eyelids
And my tongue is soaked entirely with beer
I cant wash your flavor out though
This is what i already feared
Im always too warm or too cold, I'm never quite right
Im never quite right, never inside, you invited me in
Its my right to beat myself up, I still feel helpless
Its my fault! Its my fault! Its my fault!
I never saw you as a object, but just someone who shared a heart with me
I cant smile with out you
With out you near me
Oh my wows have lead to sorrow soaked eyelids
And my tongue is soaked entirely with beer
I cant wash your flavor out though
This is what i already feared
Im always too warm or too cold, I'm never quite right
Im never quite right, never inside, you invited me in
Its my right to beat myself up, I still feel helpless
Its my fault! Its my fault! Its my fault!
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2. |
Where is She?
02:02
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Memories flutter in and out of my head
I think about you, I wish I was dead
I pity myself, look what I became
Im going to Flames, Im going to Flames
I needed a sign, I'm down in my mind
I didn't have a choice, I needed your voice
A feeling inside, i feel it inside
But you weren't there
I needed a sign, somewhere i could hide
I didn't have a choice, she ate my insides
Why would I lie, it hurt my insides
But you weren't there
My Memory's: flutter in and out of my head
I think about you, I wish I was dead
I pity myself, look what I became
Im going to Flames, Im burning in Flames
I needed some wine, to kill my insides
Its hard to maintain, I don't have a brain
A feeling inside, i feel it inside
But you weren't there
Im sorry to say, my thoughts went away
I cant be alone, so pick up the phone
Why would I lie, it hurt my insides
But you weren't there
My Memories flutter in and out of my head
I think about you, I wish I was dead
I pity myself, look what I became
Im going to Flames, Im burning in Flames
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3. |
Spring Break Interlude
00:34
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4. |
Tip the Mock
02:53
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What does it mean?
Are you fucking with me?
Its disgusting
does it even human
Im going to through-up (my lungs!)
And watch you eat them up
Cause you don't know what your doing
You let me down!
Now I'm down in the ocean
So you can frown! (you can frown upon me)
and you can Throw rocks at me!
Ill watch them sink and hit me slowly
While I'm unknowing, and your unhappy
Im unaware I hate the knowing!
What does it mean?
Are you fucking with me!
I fucking love you
and I cant stop fucking loving you
and I cant stop!! it hurts too much
knowing that your moving on
and i cant sleep a week Saturday
Till the break of dawn
your getting drunk with some new friends
and im getting over this weekend
with cigarettes and plastic smiles
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Always (Sometimes)
02:44
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Sometimes I think about you always
Sometimes I think about you still
Sometimes I think about you always
Sometimes theres nothing else to do
Sometimes I look up in the sky for you
Sometimes I look down in the sea
Sometimes I think of all the times with you
And how I wish those times could be
I felt I had to write It down for you
Before my mind done hit delete
Sometimes I think of all the times with you
And how I wish those times could be
Sometimes I think about you always
Sometimes I think you still
Sometimes I think about you always
Sometimes theres nothing else to do
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