Forget the liar,
That started this fire;
The one that took everything dear to you.
You find a match,
Which makes a flame...
A flame that'll take all the blame.
Blame wrongfully put on you,
The one who never had a clue.
It burns, It hurts...
But it feels better,
Because the cuts never worked.
Cuts never seemed to be deep enough,
And when it failed,
Things only got rough.
If you said goodbye today,
No one would have to worry about tomorrow.
What a fail,
Just remove the veil,
And join the dead instead.
The flame burns slowly but surely,
Damage has been done,
And now nothing's fun.
Not that it was to begin with,
But now it's gone.
Everything fades to black,
Sorry honey there's no going back,
You've lost your mind,
So enjoy the burn
And let everything slip away
Like it was yesterday.
You've lived your only life,
But you thought you'd get it twice.
Well dreams never come true,
So strike the match again and wish you never fell,
Because now you're going to hell.
Monday, August 22, 2011
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Crashing Down by Shannon Smith
Just one more night,
For one last fight,
To find out
Who I am
All over again...
One last fight
To found out
What's going on in my head
Right now...
I've done things
You'll never know
And I've said things
You'd never imagine
Coming from me.
Now everyone's after just a girl
Lost in her own world,
Can't tell right from wrong,
Or up from down...
Wanna end all the pain?
Let's do it tonight,
It's alright,
To come crashing down.
For one last fight,
To find out
Who I am
All over again...
One last fight
To found out
What's going on in my head
Right now...
I've done things
You'll never know
And I've said things
You'd never imagine
Coming from me.
Now everyone's after just a girl
Lost in her own world,
Can't tell right from wrong,
Or up from down...
Wanna end all the pain?
Let's do it tonight,
It's alright,
To come crashing down.
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Rain, Rain, Go Away by Shannon Smith
Rain, rain,
Go away,
Come again another day.
Or maybe if you would stay,
You could wash all my tears away.
Through all the fights,
Bitching,
Tears,
And moping,
All I've been doing is
Sitting around and hoping.
Hoping for that one hectic storm,
With the thunder,
Lightning,
And all.
Hoping for that one hectic storm,
With the rain,
And hail,
Projecting the color of Gray on my wall.
Gray, my favorite color,
It sort of describes my life;
Not evil and dark,
But not really pure and light.
So rain, rain,
Go away,
Come again another day.
Or maybe if you would stay,
You could wash all my tears away.
Go away,
Come again another day.
Or maybe if you would stay,
You could wash all my tears away.
Through all the fights,
Bitching,
Tears,
And moping,
All I've been doing is
Sitting around and hoping.
Hoping for that one hectic storm,
With the thunder,
Lightning,
And all.
Hoping for that one hectic storm,
With the rain,
And hail,
Projecting the color of Gray on my wall.
Gray, my favorite color,
It sort of describes my life;
Not evil and dark,
But not really pure and light.
So rain, rain,
Go away,
Come again another day.
Or maybe if you would stay,
You could wash all my tears away.
Saturday, July 30, 2011
All the Little Dead Girls by Shannon Smith
Every little dead girl
Wants something more
Than what she has.
Every little dead girl
Wishes she had more to her life
Than what she had.
Every little dead girl
Wanted something more
But every little dead girl
Was such a bitchy whore.
Never had enough to live for,
Only had enough to quit.
Took everything for granted,
Made everyone a twit.
From the razors to the natural cause,
Nobody ever paused.
Some paused too often,
Some too early,
And some too late.
The ones that died too often
Never got to pick their coffin.
The ones that died too early
Had too much emotion
So their world went twirly.
But the ones that died too late
Almost had enough to say.
If only they had the chance,
They'd all come back for one last dance.
The dance for all the little dead girls.
Wants something more
Than what she has.
Every little dead girl
Wishes she had more to her life
Than what she had.
Every little dead girl
Wanted something more
But every little dead girl
Was such a bitchy whore.
Never had enough to live for,
Only had enough to quit.
Took everything for granted,
Made everyone a twit.
From the razors to the natural cause,
Nobody ever paused.
Some paused too often,
Some too early,
And some too late.
The ones that died too often
Never got to pick their coffin.
The ones that died too early
Had too much emotion
So their world went twirly.
But the ones that died too late
Almost had enough to say.
If only they had the chance,
They'd all come back for one last dance.
The dance for all the little dead girls.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
A Letter From the Girl in Hell by Shannon Smith
You build me up,
So you can break me down.
You said I could trust you,
But now I don't know...
How much longer
Can we go on like this?
I have issues,
But so do you, witch,
All I'm asking for
Is one last wish.
I'm stuck in this messed up world,
A place that I never
Would've wanted to enter,
Had I known it would end
Like this.
Not knowing the future
Can make you regret the past,
And all I'm trying to do
Is make myself last.
You've known him longer,
But you should always remember
That you were the one
Who got us into this mess
In the first place.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
You're stealing his heart,
So to hell with you.
So you can break me down.
You said I could trust you,
But now I don't know...
How much longer
Can we go on like this?
I have issues,
But so do you, witch,
All I'm asking for
Is one last wish.
I'm stuck in this messed up world,
A place that I never
Would've wanted to enter,
Had I known it would end
Like this.
Not knowing the future
Can make you regret the past,
And all I'm trying to do
Is make myself last.
You've known him longer,
But you should always remember
That you were the one
Who got us into this mess
In the first place.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
You're stealing his heart,
So to hell with you.
Friday, July 15, 2011
Death or Victory by Shannon Smith
Let the rain fall down,
And wash away my sanity.
Wash away bad memories,
Cause here it's joy or misery.
Run away with me,
And from this hellish nightmare
We'll flee.
Just me and you,
Out on our own.
Let's get rolling,
Get this adventure started-
All you have to do is answer your phone.
Nothing could be better,
I'm at a highpoint in life...
What's that?
What's that you ask?
Yes someday I'll be your wife.
Pack your bags,
And I'll pack mine.
Trust me-
We'll be just fine.
I can't live without you,
So let's stick together
And pull through.
We can get away from here,
It's brought us nothing
But fear.
Long live
Our memories,
But show us
Our future.
We can do this,
If you just believe
It's death or victory.
And wash away my sanity.
Wash away bad memories,
Cause here it's joy or misery.
Run away with me,
And from this hellish nightmare
We'll flee.
Just me and you,
Out on our own.
Let's get rolling,
Get this adventure started-
All you have to do is answer your phone.
Nothing could be better,
I'm at a highpoint in life...
What's that?
What's that you ask?
Yes someday I'll be your wife.
Pack your bags,
And I'll pack mine.
Trust me-
We'll be just fine.
I can't live without you,
So let's stick together
And pull through.
We can get away from here,
It's brought us nothing
But fear.
Long live
Our memories,
But show us
Our future.
We can do this,
If you just believe
It's death or victory.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Time's A-Tickin (You're the One I'm Missin) by Shannon Smith
Time's a-tickin,
So I'll just keep on singin.
Time's a tickin,
On the clock
On the wrist
That I'm missin.
Some say I miss on purpose,
Just so my time will be
Worth it.
But while you've been here,
All I've done is shead tears.
We've been great friends,
But I thought we could be more than this,
Whatever it is.
You're a theif-
Stealing my time
That I wasted on you,
And stealing my heart
That's been torn apart,
From everything
You've put me through.
Your brown eyes
Stare straight into mine,
And even though mine are blue,
They're still searching
For the best in you.
It used to be so obvious...
What was great,
And what other secrets
Are buried deep
In your soul.
Time's a-tickin,
So you better run...
Time's a-tickin,
So you better hide...
Time's a-tickin,
So you better
Get away from the girl
Who promises
No escape.
So I'll just keep on singin.
Time's a tickin,
On the clock
On the wrist
That I'm missin.
Some say I miss on purpose,
Just so my time will be
Worth it.
But while you've been here,
All I've done is shead tears.
We've been great friends,
But I thought we could be more than this,
Whatever it is.
You're a theif-
Stealing my time
That I wasted on you,
And stealing my heart
That's been torn apart,
From everything
You've put me through.
Your brown eyes
Stare straight into mine,
And even though mine are blue,
They're still searching
For the best in you.
It used to be so obvious...
What was great,
And what other secrets
Are buried deep
In your soul.
Time's a-tickin,
So you better run...
Time's a-tickin,
So you better hide...
Time's a-tickin,
So you better
Get away from the girl
Who promises
No escape.
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