Bullet foy my Valentine-Tears don't Fall 

With blood shot eyes
I watch you sleeping
The warmth I feel beside me
is slowly fading
Would she hear me, if I calles her name?
Would she hold me, if she know my shame?


There’s always something different going wrong
The path I walk to the wrong direction
There’s always someone fucking hanging on 
Can anybody help me make things better?

Your tears don’t fall they crash around me 
Her conscience calls the guilty to come home
Your tears don’t fall they crash around me 
Her conscience calls the guilty to come home

The moments died,
I hear no screaming
The visions left inside me
are slowly fading 
Would she hear me, if I calles her name?
Would she hold me, if she knew my shame?

There’s always something different going wrong
The path I walk to the wrong direction 
There’s always someone fucking hanging on
Can anybody help me make things better?

Your tears don’t fall they crash around me
Her conscience calls the guilty to come home 
Your tears don’t fall they crash around me
Her conscience calls the guilty to come home 


This battered room I've seen before
The broken bones they heal no more, no more 
With my last breath I'm choking,
Will this ever end? I'm hoping, 
My world is over one more time. 


Would she hear me, if I calles her name?
Would she hold me, if she knew my shame?

There’s always something different going wrong
The path I walk to the wrong direction 
There’s always someone fucking hanging on
Can anybody help me make things better? 

Your tears don’t fall they crash around me
Her conscience calls the guilty to come home 
Your tears don’t fall they crash around me
Her conscience calls the guilty to come home

 

THE USED LYRICS

"I'm A Fake"

[Spoken:]
Small, simple, safe price
Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets
This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals
And I am not afraid to die
I'm not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight.
I want the pain of payment
What's left, but a section of pigmy size cuts
Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks
Would you be my little cut?
Would you be my thousand fucks?
And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid
To fill, and spill over, and under my thoughts
My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter
I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart
Love is not like anything
Especially a fucking knife

Look at me, you can tell
By the way I move and do my hair
Do you think that it's me or it's not me?
I don't even care
I'm alive
I don't smell
I'm the cleanest I have ever been.
I feel big, I feel tall, I feel dry (dry)


Just look at me, look at me now
I'm a fake Just look at me, look at me now
I'm a fake

Do I drink? Do I date?
I've got perfect placement all my ink
Satisfied, in your eyes
I'm the biggest fan I've got right now
I made sure, that I look how I wanted to look
The people around me, the people surround me
I feel big, I feel tall, I feel dry (dry)


My stomach hurts now, and all tied off in lace
I pray, I beg for anything, to hit me in the face
and this sicknes isn't me, I pray to fall from grace
The last thing I see is feeling
And I'm telling you I'm a fake
And I'm telling you I'm...

From First to Last-Emily 

Smiles and Her laughter.
It's the only thing that I've been waiting for
A time,
Regardless of our distance,
And our Hope,
'Cause we're
Swept by pretty eyes and letters for the time.
The only thing that I've been waiting for.

I hope it's something worth the waiting
'Cause it's the only time that I ever feel Real
Thunder Storms could never stop me.
'Cause there's no one in the world like Emily

She's Simple yet Confusing.
Her Sparkling Eyes make me weak at my words,
They tremble.
Days seem like years in this month of December.
The winter,
Coldens me for I have yet to Sleep.
And Never will I give up trying,
'Cause you're everything to me.

I hope it's something Worth the Waiting.
It’s the only time that I ever feel Real.
'Cause Thunder Storms could never stop me.
'Cause there's no one in the world like Emily.

There's no one in the world like Emily.

 

Cutting myself in Pain-Cocktail to Hell or Heaven, I don't care

Give me some sleep tablets, I want to quit
I can’t stand all this fucking shit
I tried to be like any one is like
I wanted to believe, but it isn’t right
Now I’m right here in the bathroom
It’s feeling like on magic mushroom
But it’s my freaky fucking live
I want to end, I want to die
REF
Killing yourself means telling god
You can’t dismiss me, I will quit
I’m standing here, on the scaffold
My live is so sad, isn’t it?
You told me I fouled
You told my I may go
Not told me to spend
But told me to end

In my hand I got the cocktail
I’m afraid like first time on a handrail
But now I’m not allowed to foul
I’m sixteen years, and feel so old
So I feel like going to stop
And my soul is praying to god
Save my friends, and my soul
Then I’m drinking the glass of tablets and alcohol
 
 Killing yourself means telling god
You can’t dismiss me, I will quit
I’m standing here, on the scaffold
My live is so sad, isn’t it?
You told me I fouled
You told my I may go
Not told me to spend
But told me to end
Anything is white
Is anything all right?
Am I in a heaven to chill?
No I’m sorry, alive in a hospital
Killing yourself means telling god
You can’t dismiss me, I will quit
I’m standing here, on the scaffold
My live is so sad, isn’t it?
You told me I fouled
You told my I may go
Not told me to spend
But told me to end




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