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Posted By	Discussion Topic: some Staind for my mood lately
FukMeBoobs	posted on 06-02-2001 @ 10:53 PM
Psychopath Registered: Feb. 01	COME AGAIN You push yourself on me Force yourself on me Free yourself through me You better save yourself from me Every time you want me to be Something I could never be Guess you'll have to wait and see Till the next time that you have to COME AGAIN! I hate myself for you I break myself for you I'd kill myself for you I'd better save myself from you Everytime you want me to be Something I could never be Guess you'll have to wait and see Till the next time that you have to COME AGAIN! If you have to walk my way Have somethingto say Get the fuck away Can't take one more day I cannot conform COME AGAIN! EXCESS BAGGAGE Well I know the words, but I can't really speak them To you And I hide all the pain that I've gained with my wisdom From you And I'm eaten alive by what I hold inside All the things that I live with I can't easily hide And I'm left here with nothing, nothing to live for But you It’s not easy to hide All this damage inside I'll carry you with me Until I'm not alive When you look at my face, does it seem just as ugly? To you? I can't seem to erase all the scars I have lived with From you I'm so sick of this place This taste in my mouth Cause of you I can't figure what I'm all about And I'm left here with nothing, nothing to live for But you It’s not easy to hide All this damage inside I'll carry you with me ‘Til I'm not alive SEE THRU YOU "WHAT IS YOUR FUCKING PROBLEM!?" "...You wanna know what my problem is? Alone, I walk beside myself Alone, you put me on your shelf Alone, with my insanity Alone, no one to blame but me But if you had told me when I was much younger That life has a way of pulling you right under I wouldn't be standing here preaching my hate I stand at the edge staring into my fate CHORUS: I see thru you What makes you think that you're god Pick up the pieces as I fall apart Why must you fuck with me Betrayed, You left me here for dead Betrayed, By the voices in my head Betrayed, left my out in the rain Betrayed, nothing left but pain I'm sick of the answers Your cannibal instincts and false dedications You leave me here cold, nothing left but my shell To die while I'm living and burn in my hell CHORUS I pick you apart little by little Till nothing is left but the look on your face Once inside our I can get at what's inside Beneath your facad I can see your discrase The walls that you build up will crumble around you The pain you will feel as you wither away The sun though it comes up will warm you... No longer Thanks to NJPANTHER for the sig pic! Smack dat ass, pull dat hair! FU Drunk Boy
GonzoStyle	posted on 06-05-2001 @ 5:49 PM
Hanger-On Registered: Jan. 70	I Don't Care That You Don't Mind Crash Test Dummies I said, "I'm drinkin' up. Would you like a belt yerself?" You said, "Thanks, but no thanks, I don't drink, myself. But you go right ahead, my friend, I'm not the sort that minds." "That's good to hear," I said "Because I think you'll find that I don't care that you don't mind." I said, "I'm lightin' up. Would you like a puff?" You said, "Thanks, but no thanks, I don't do that stuff. But you go right ahead, my friend, I'm not the sort that minds." "That's good to hear," I said "Because I think you'll find that I don't care that you don't mind." I said "Let's do the nasty, I like it when it's rough." You said, "Well, I'm not so sure I like that kind of stuff. But I'll roll over just for you And take it from behind." "That's good to hear," I said "Because I think you'll find that I don't care that you don't mind." I like the way you stay on attack No matter what, I keep coming back And how you try to hold me down But you end up driven to the ground ... And that you say you will pray for me You realize you are prey for me She-Mail Me Here
SLASH Pompous, Arrogant, Enigmatic, Bitter, Quirky, Misanthrope with a Weird Sense of Humor and an Iron Clad Memory while flooding the board with my Stream of Consciousness UFC STRIKE 3 (I'm a dick and I like to ruin people's plans)	posted on 06-05-2001 @ 9:51 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00	Here's A Quarter You say you were wrong to ever leave me alone. Now you're sorry, you're lonesome and scared. And you say you'd be happy if I you could just come back home. Well, here's a quarter, call someone who cares. Call someone who'll listen, or might give a damn. Maybe one of your sorted affairs. But don't you come 'round here handin' me none of your lies, Here's a quarter, call someone who cares. Girl, I thought what we had could never turn bad So your leavin' caught me unaware But the fact is you've run; girl, that can't be undone, So here's a quarter, call someone who cares. Call someone who'll listen, or might give a damn. Maybe one of your sorted affairs. But don't you come 'round here handin' me none of your lies, Here's a quarter, call someone who cares. Yeah, here's a quarter, call someone who cares. Funny how ev'rything was roses When we held on to the guns Write To Me Here Do I listen to pop music because I'm miserable? Or am I miserable because I listen to pop music? It's a friend's responsibility to fulfill your needs, not your emptiness The sugared-plums that used to dance in my head are now Equal plums 'cause Mom's on a new diet This message was edited by SLASH on 6-5-01 @ 9:56 PM

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