

You are GoldenMediocre? No, you could never be described in such a cruel, twisted way.You are Golden
Your hair points up shooting out sparks bouncing off walls announcing your presence, screaming your name unheard by the beige reality drummed into their spineless cocoons.
Your voice it speaks of better things and
better times. When we were precious as you and just as special. Mum's golden child in a midst of piercing blue. You're still golden.
Like the sherbert left in its half-opened plastic shrinkwrap under the


TonightTonight is a starred night beautiful and dark. The chill winds can't stop us now.Tonight
Tonight is our night. The night that belongs in a space and time that is noone else's.
Tonight is the night we walk away from our sins into a new path blazing together.
Tonight is the first night where a torch light shows us the way to freedom.
Tonight is the last night in screaming darkness alone and afraid in pitch-black silence.
Tonight is just one night when we wis


When the end is not the end.She said it was the end. But for her, it was never that way. She can still see you through the misty eyes of love.When the end is not the end.
She was a rebel but the revolution's over now. She sung her song and you matched it a third above.
She found her path and was not sure of yours. She will go her way now to love and to leave you.
She let you go with a paddle to hold you. She held your hand as you stepped into the water.
She loved you until her heart broke from it. She wanted you but life had other plans.
She cri


ChancesDon't try to take me with your silver-plated tongue. It's a facade, a beautiful lie about the underneath.Chances
Yes, we all know when it sticks its silver shreds into our papery skin and penetrates.
Yours got right to my heart.
See, you can't make plans and control is not an option cause if we don't want to we're not going to make it.
And maybe there is
another star in heaven left for me. Or for us. Who knows, really.
Cause I know now.
Heaven sent you, maybe baby, it can take you back. I


How It SeemedBleeding trees and fields in threes; the light upon thee, in spite of violent outbreaks, and breeching the limits of your fascination, it can only go backwards from here.How It Seemed
Still, I love your heart in my hand.
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92% percent of the teenage population have switched to rap. If you are one of the 8% that ROCKS, put this in your sig.
I'm a psychotic misanthrope. You got anything against that?
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"Why thank you, Princess Blatant."
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92% percent of the teenage population have switched to rap. If you are one of the 8% that ROCKS, put this in your sig.
I'm a psychotic misanthrope. You got anything against that?
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"Why thank you, Princess Blatant."
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"Why thank you, Princess Blatant."
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