Please don't ask me how
I ended up at my wits end and breaking down.
Pages torn from books we never read,
because we're plugged into this grid.
Don't pull this plug right now or then I'd really have to live....

Your words won't save me now,
I'm at the edge feeling the sweat drip from my brow.
Get a grip on yourself is what they say,
every hour, every day,
hands over my ears, I've been screaming all these years!

When I die, will they remember not what I did but what I haven't done?
It's not the end I fear with each breath,


it's life that scares me to death.

buck up fat man!

SupaFunkyOrgangrinderSexy said:

I think you need your own "Depressing Lyrics" Forum. I'll bring that up to Ben at the next Day Spa/Staff meeting.

Sweeny79 said:

While you're at it, can you ask him for a lips/penis poetry forum?

Imago777 said:

I think that might fit in under the artist's forum header.

i googled this and got http://elizabethspiers.co...rated.html


Rumors of My Demise Have Been Greatly Exaggerated
Dear people who know me personally, have my cell phone number and my email address (some of whom have even referred to themselves as my friends) yet apparently still can't be bothered to contact me for verification because it would ruin the scoop on your blogs**:




then i realized that wasnt it

anyhoo,who is rise against..what is their misson?

Christopher said:

Yay Christopher!!!!! They are an utterly rad punk band, and these lyrics really hit home with me.

jerseykrs said:

im glad it wasnt from that elizabeth spiers chick.shes way to needy
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anyways soulseek or winmx here i come