Yes I am hurt by the awful things you said,
And crushed by the ease with which you let me go,
And the accusations,
The accusations,
My apologies never hit home,

And the only words you know, dear.
Is "You never cared"

But if that were true,
I wouldn't be fighting anymore,
I would've left so long ago,

The accusations,
The accusations,
And my apologies never hit home,

So sing, me a hateful song,
And I'll sing you, one full of love,

And you may never feel the same,
But I think that you should know, dear,
I think that you should know,
That I will always be here,

The accusations,
The accusations,
And my apologies never hit home,

And when I see the snow falling softly,
I'll think of you and the good times you were kind enough to share with me,

'Cuz as I heard once, and now it's true,
It's going to be a cold December, every year.

Seriously.

I think this should've gone without saying, you shouldn't objectify people like this. Putting a dollar value on someone is ridiculous. I'm tired of the frequent comments of people trying to "own" me. And to those who succumb to people who buy you and put a terribly degrading title above your face, stand the fuck up. Stand the fuck up and say NO. Say NO to the assholes who get a kick out of owning other people as a means to increase their own value. It's a hollow way to climb to the top.

I won't let myself be bought by someone who won't give me the time of day anyhow, and then let them put "sex slave" over my picture. I'm sick of the things this whole idea provokes.

There's 15yr old girls asking if people would fuck them. It's disgusting. While everyone's running around putting price tags on each other, there's people out there who really think that they're only worth so much. They think they need to hear it from some person half way around the world who's 30 years older than them that they're worth a certain amount.

And I do realize that some of you are doing this MySpace Application as a 'joke', as just a time-killer. If you're bored enough to resort to wasting your time on shit like this, then you need to figure out what's wrong with your life. Find another passtime that will fill that 10+ minutes you spend rating people, putting 30 cent yard sale stickers on some and 1,000 dollar bills on others, and putting demoralizing slogans on their faces. Go walk your dog, call a friend, go somewhere, do something. Or better yet, delete that stupid MySpace Application.

I know you're all better than this, that's why I agreed to adding you as a friend on MySpace, or went out to find and add you. I'd like to think I was wrong, but I've seen too much ugliness from this application for me to just let it go.

A shout-out to the person who created that application:
"See how much I think you're worth???"

Not enough.

You keep smiling over lies while you're on the brink of a breakdown.

I've been cheated out of time, accused of an offense i didn't commit.

Just shut your mascara blanket eyes but remember.

Even if you can't see them, the whole world is watching.

And yes i'm still on that kick, that run of mine.

Currently intensity in ten cities.

And.

Is it progression if a cannibal uses a fork?

So if I wore a size larger jeans than you...
You'd tell me to lose a few pounds and you'd laugh,
Well I hope that made you feel better...

And even if I wore,
A size smaller jeans than you,
I'd never be skinny enough,
Meaning I'd never be pretty enough for you!

So what can I do?
So what should I do...?
When I can't be the perfect girl,
With the straight A's and blonde hair,
With the blue eyes and attitude,
With the responsibility,
And bullet proof vest?

If I wore a size larger jeans than you...
You'd tell me to lose a few pounds and you'd laugh,
Well I hope it made you feel better...

What else can I say?

MISS
Their heart
Everything seen
Androgynous masks
Lonely minds convulse
Lover's hearts entwine
Hoping they'd forget
All the confusion
Their fear
LOST

Recall the Numbers

2 years-
4 friends-
3 deaths by car-
1 accidental suicide...
But hey, it's okay...
You-you didn't know them anyway
So why do you care?
Yeah, that's right
You don't n' you don't care

You-don't-care-that-they were killed in a wreck!
That his lungs collapsed!
From the weight of the world
And the weights you put on him...
That he was killed out in the streets somewhere...

And you never-answered-the questions they had for you
Were they good enough?
Were they good enough?
Were they good enough?
To be remembered
By the likes of you?
Or are you just too afraid?
To look bad in front of those fakes?
Those fakes you call friends?

Tell me
Tell me!
Were they good enough!?
Were they good enough for you?
And your friends?
Well they were good enough for mine...

Can't you remember...
At all?
The nice things he always said to you?
Can't you remember?
[anything at all?]
Every time he stood up for you
When you were down
And you were weak
Too beaten n' bruised to defend?
[so you forgot]
The hospital visits and the
The midnight phonecalls
Don't tell me you forgot the roses he sent you last Valentine's?

Why can't you tell me?
If they were good enough for your big fancy cars
The pretty house way up on that hill
The "friends" who actually hate you
[but who would carry their bags?]
And everything you forgot for sake of a name?

 And you never-answered-the questions they had for you 
Were they good enough?
Were they good enough?
Were they good enough?
To be remembered?
By the likes of you?
Or are you just too afraid?
To look bad in front of those fakes?
Those fakes[fucks] you call friends?

Someday we'll sing together...
As corny as it sounds
As cheesy as it sounds....
But someday...
2 years
4 friends
3 deaths by car
1 accidental suicide
I'm just letting you know...
That today's the first day
I didn't cry...

[R.I.P. Tim/Sergey(sp?)/Cody/Robert]

I know people who think they know me,
But they can't see it either,
I'm hiding in the corners,
(though I may tell you otherwise)
Sleeping at the tables,
Don't take my drink from me,
Or else I'll never fall alseep,
And I'll never dream again of the good times with her,
(long gone)

I already know the answer,
And it seems that you did too,
As always at the beginning-I'm ready for the people,
But only hours later I find I'm incapable,
Don't take my drink from me,
Or else I'll never fall alseep,
And I'll never touch that memory again,
(oh it's long gone)
(it went away with her)

Play upon the strings of heart,
And I will tell you a story,
~She came~
~She went~
BANG
~I did too~
~But we went to different places~
Seeing the girls-Their faces,
I already know what they're gonna say,
So please, spare me the praise,
Didn't it occur to you-
That I don't want it anyway?
"Sure"
"Great"
"Yeah"
"Fine"
I don't really give a fuck,

Until you try to take my drink from me,
Trying to steal my last pleasantries,
I'll never fall alseep.

You're screaming as you pull out the gun,
*Russian Roulette's the game*
You say you want to have some fun,
With each question-more clicks came,

You're drunk and hurting,
Believing this lie,
I'm crying and hateing,
Could this be Good-Bye?

Staring as words flow past your lips,
"Do you really love me?"
Sinking sadness and my stomach flips,
"Yes! More than anything!"

There was nothing I could do

"YOU LYING FUCK!"

ClickBang

And whispered "I love you" 's

Black

She stands alone,
Surrounded by people,
Adults have her,
Children fear her,
She walks around tainting hearts,
Sleek and slender,
She slips inbetween,
Unoticed and crying desperate for life,
But no matter how hard she tries,
Everything she touches dies,
Her fate was sealed long ago,
When she turned away from life,
The mistakes she's made,
The regrets she threw upon herself,
All evident in the shades of her hair,
She yells with no voice,
Cries with no tears,
Walks with no emotion,
Haunting the shadows,
Too early seen unknown,
And known too late