11.5.07Doused with gasoline The bridges of your past No appreciation Just incinerate, Obliterate, Deface and desecrate11.5.07
To all that you thought holy, To all you thought righteous To all the love prematurely ending To all the deceptive caring (Duplicitous Yet swearing loyal oath) A sweet, little lie, A suicide without good-bye
The past a blur Of rights and wrongs Retribution does not seek Those of immoral constitution But those of purity, Exuding trust and light, With naïve notions that life is fair And comes
Dear Jane,Dear Jane, I’m sick of this scene Sick of the drama And pissed off at the painDear Jane,
Girl – you were nothing To me and I want you to know Fuck you for everything Run off. Get famous. For the shit you pull.
‘Cause that’s the only damn thing That’ll get you somewhere
Dear Jane, I’m blowin’ this joint Shooting smoke back Into your face Take the hint with the hit Sod off
‘Cause that’s the only damn thing That’ll get you somewhere
So sick… So sick
Panic AttackAn explosion of Scattered thoughts Through every pore and orifice An implosion of the frontal lobe Crashing against An already bruised skullPanic Attack
And maybe it’s just the vices kickin’ back Or maybe just a well-deserved panic attack Maybe it’s the end Or just a start Maybe it’s too much strain For another broken heart
Head pounds And I bet it’s just a hangover But I pray for an aneurysm To take me away for real Even though getting sloshed Is temporary escape It’s nothing in comparison To being
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R.I.P Paolo Bruno 5/5/06
lost but never forgotten
What's up with you, mate?
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No sir, Well I don't wanna be the blame; not anymore. It's your turn.
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R.I.P Paolo Bruno 5/5/06
lost but never forgotten
Give me a call sometime soon - we gotta chill 'fore school's back in session.
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No sir, Well I don't wanna be the blame; not anymore. It's your turn.
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