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I'll never find appreciation. Amongst the dust, the ash. The desolation. And i pray for your sake. That you never follow in my wake. 'Cos if you run too fast, and i walk too slow. Loosing you is more than i could take. So. I...I just wont lie. You dont deserve to die. My concience bleeds enough as it is. I...I wont deny. And I'll never stop crying. because you mean so much to me.

Burn it. Burn it to the ground. Burn the fake. Let the ashes fly around. Burn it. Burn the fake.

There she was in all her beauty. Her pearl white eyes. The perfect posture, of an hourglass. We stood astonished. As she was surrounded by uglyness. Her ripped shirt only just covered her up. The blood stains on her jeans. Wallowing in guilt for her sins. She stood into a street light for all to see. Her hair, darker than coal, but silkyer than the calm sea itself. Her perfect hands... stained with the blood of her sins. I had pictured an angel fallen into exile, and i felt a strange sensation when she looked toward me... I needed to know more... Then she scuttled off into the dark alley behind the house she just tumbled from.

Mr.Fiction.Your loves just a fraction of the nothingness surrounding us. Your life was an attraction. So full of temptation. But now, drenched at the back of the fair. You find yourself useless. Mourning tommorow. You looked in all the wrong places for redemtion. Mr.Fiction. You left us, without a coin to your name. We soaked you in shame. Now were so full of doubt. Mr. Fiction. I'm afraid your fires burnt out. These lies are all so twisted. But Mr. Fiction, as a matter of fact, It's all ok. Because you never even existed

Were all living this lie Were all chained to this fake life Were living with our heads in the clouds, so up high Trying our best to avoid realities strife

Hurricanes Gathered Night rained from the sky The whirlpools mustered all to be dispelled By the beuty that is you ...Ordained by perfection You send me to a place where the fairy's of harlem live on ecstacy And the trees are made from chocolate because you are my beuty You lit the dark Where you send me. Theres never any damnation. Because your my beuty Ordained by perfection

                       She's contagiously flirtatious.                       It's so outragious.                       She know's that cheating gets it faster.                       She never takes it step-by-step.                       She's no go-slow.                       And she makes it crystal clear.                       That no one messes with her or they dissapear.                       It's so outragious.                       The 'brave boys' sent running.                       When all she needs is a real person.                       When all she needs is someone to listen.                       When all s

I feel so free to be me. I feel like my hearts been untied. Free to use complicated words! That no one else have ever tried. Makes me feel so Beligerant! Yet i still feel so Innocent. Speaking Figurativeley of course. I feel so free to be Ecstatic! All of these words are my Intoxication. Their so full of Exilliration! It feels so great to feel so Pertinent.So Viseral. But i still feel so inept. It still feels so Ecstatic! So Teradactic! It feels good to be free! Free to use any word the world lets me!. To feel like my hearts untied. To use complicating words... That no one else has ever tried

My perfect place is with you. Just us two. While sitting beaneath our myrtle tree. Where no one can dissagree. Just flow along, beaneath our myrtle tree. Where you would stare toward me.. me toward you. We were never seperated. From beaneath our myrtle tree. We count the falling autumn leaves. 1...2...3 As our season strafes on by. Behind what seemed like a barrier. Beaneath our myrtle tree. Could this be? Could this be love beaneath our myrtle tree?.