Hell-o.

Hell-o.
Hello, i love you; will you tell me your name?.
Hello, i'm good-for-nothing, will you love me just the same?.

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sábado, febrero 21, 2009


I come undone, oh yes, I do.
I am aware, I've been misled.
I disconnect my heart, my head,
don't wanna recognize when things go bad.
Just think of all the thoughts wasted on you,
& every word you say, say something sweet.
Cause all I taste is blood between my teeth,
As I'm finding the words... you're getting away.

Well I'm ready, I'm ready to drop.
Oh, I'm ready, I'm ready so don't stop.
I'm ready so don't stop, keep pushing.
I'm ready to fall, oh, I'm ready.
I'm ready so don't call, I'm ready so don't call.

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i'm not asking to go dancing i'm not that dumb anymore
its exhausting to keep smiling when your toes are bleeding through the floor
its a gory sort of story that's been told a million times before
don't be sorry just ignore me because honestly
i'm too sore from fitting exactly to ride into setting suns aching to stand on my own two feet
how many wishes do i still have left to fix the way it ends?
how many princes will it take to put a girl like this back together again?
how many instances can you point out where i was less than kind?
how many happy endings do you need to change your fucking mind?
& how much time do we have left before it's midnight?





i'd walk through hell for u.