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Anna's SongSo tell me, Anna, what is this? Is it love? Or simply ignorant bliss? Is it love, or even more? Have I found what I've been looking for?Anna's Song
So tell me, Anna, what am I? Am I the one, am I that guy? Am I just hopeless romantic fool? Am I just a disposable tool?
So tell me, Anna, what you see What is it that you see in me? What is it that you love in me? Is it true? Am I really worthy?
So tell me, Anna, are you real? Or have I let go of the wheel? Have my eyes been playing tricks on me? Or am I now finally free to see?
So tel
by ~VincentsSpellbook
The Ballad of Young LovePart I All I WantThe Ballad of Young Love
//Verse 1// I know you don't love me, I know that I'm ugly I wish you could see me the way I see you... I can't ask you to love me, just please do not hate me But would loving me really be so hard to do?
//Chorus// All I want, in my life, is someone, to hold In my arms, at night, to say, it's alright All I have, in my life, is a world, so cold Loving all, loved by none, I'll never have, anyone
//Verse 2// I know that I'm nothing, but let me tell you something Just something I must say before I fade away... I'd would
by ~VincentsSpellbook
Disposable FoolI'm just a used up tool, a disposable fool Dull and dead inside, a disposable fool I've always been alone, and I guess I'll always be that way I guess my ugliness is what pushed them all away But every time I'm contemplating suicide I meet another one in whom I can confide And thus starts this rigorous cycle again I fall in love with a girl who thinks of me as her friend She's nice to me, she finds my heart buried deep But when I tell her that I like her, she calls me a creep! But every time I think about wearing the noose Another one comes along and cuts me loose I go toDisposable Fool
by ~VincentsSpellbook
Beyond the Flesh//Verse 1// If the world could see what's on the inside All you preppy little bitches would have to run and hide Cuz then you'd finally know what it's like to be me You'd finally understand how it feels to be ugly!Beyond the Flesh
//Chorus// Ooh, how I'd love to rip you open... Expose you for the lying piece of shit that you are! Ooh, how I'd love to rip you open... Reveal just how hideous you truly are!
//Verse 2// I wonder, what would you do if you were me? Could you take it or would it drive you crazy? You hide it well, beyond your flesh, the real you lies I
by ~VincentsSpellbook
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Little girl with broken wingsLittle girl with broken wingsLittle girl with broken wings
Little girl that wants to die Who has broken your wings to fly?
Who has wounded your spirit so that only one wish remains: to go?
Who has torn your soul apart Broke in pieces your little heart?
Who left you there all alone never finding your way home?
Who has stolen your last dreams? There aren't anymore; so it seems
Who put out the hope's small flame making you believe we're all the same?
Who raped your sweet innocence And left you now - with no defense? ~~~~~~ My wings
by =Nirelleth
six feet into the flames...You've figured who I amsix feet into the flames...
A secret kept for so long
Now forced from my home
Knowing I'd never truly belong
Chain me up
Pull me down
Once my friends;
Now you all point and laugh
Twisted me up
'Caused me hurt
Mouthful of acid
Eyes full of dirt
Left only to cry and shriek
...Broken me down
Tortured me weak
Judged by look
-My devilish appearance-
by ~speculum-reflections
Random thoughtIn a world of pain and sorrow Few stand tall Avoiding the horrible fate That all must face For the days are short And the nights are longerRandom thought
Death is constantly lurking Waiting, seeking Seeking and waiting For those who choose Choose to be not like the rest
Now the choice is yours Will you be like everyone else Constantly hurting Or Will you be different and face Death’s shadow
by ~edge-freak
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