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No regerts, yeah you read it right. No regerts has been my cretto for years. Live your life the way you want and never be ashamed of your tears.
Ignorance is bliss and says a lot about our society. When ignorance rules, the only thing worse is living in sobriety.
Wrong or right, apologies start to heal. No matter who is wrong or right when one says sorry, it starts a new deal.
Feelings that are felt, time that goes by,words that are said. No matter how hard you try, these thoughts always go through your head.
Hindsight is twenty-twenty. It will give you a perfect date. People are capable of some horrible , butt deep down they really are great.
Finding a new connection is difficult and tricky. No matter how you sift through rotten apples, it will make anyone y.
Just keep your head up and continue to live. Keep your circle small and tight and they will always be willing to give.
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(sung in a heavy grunge metal)
(spoken in growls>>>) The in’ voices never stop, the in voice make me wanna drop.
(growled deep--->>>) THE IN VOICES WON'T STOP, THE IN VOICES MAKE ME WANNA POP!!!
(sung in metal --->) My mind is like a cell. The voices roam freely, constantly ringing a bell. My mind is worse than hell, even with the best gps, the secrets my mind will never tell.
My mind is a special box with toys and things to keep you in care. When you see what will happen to you, you'll wish I was a bear. Ripping and shredding tearing you apart. Showing you the way to extract your heart.
If you were wise, you wouldn't try to run. That's not a good start.
Puzzles and mazes show you how to leave.
I wouldn't listen to that lil fella. His name is Steve. Muhaha, some things are dangerous and might be a trap. If you take advice from the voice or try to entertain them, your neck will certainly snap.
(spoken in growls>>>) The in’ voices never stop, the in voice make me wanna drop.
(growled deep--->>>) THE IN VOICES WON'T STOP, THE IN VOICES MAKE ME WANNA POP!!!
Meds take you to a certain level. Never keeping you where you want to be. Drugs are bad, m'kay, unless prescribed by a professional, then give all your drugs to me.
My mind is a cell keeping me locked up like Mike Tyson's dove. Tossing and turning rest avoids me like true love. All these voices bring more questions about what’s above.
No matter how many meds you take, the voices never come to a halt. Why do they do this to me? Is this really my fault? My mind is a cell. With its depths comparable to a vault. The contents were more mysterious than a treasure chest filled with rare salt.
(spoken in growls>>>) The in’ voices never stop, the in voice make me wanna drop.
(growled deep--->>>) THE IN VOICES WON'T STOP, THE IN VOICES MAKE ME WANNA POP!!!
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Of only havin' eyes for you. Of makin' everyday better than before. Of hatin' thinkin' bout you with anyone makes me blue. Of missin' you every time we say be safe leaves me wantin' more.
Of treating you like my Queen. Of textin', callin', tryin' talk to you too much. Of not noticin' if you have tried to be mean. Of actin' like a high schooler with a crush.
I'm guilty, ooh so, guilty.
I'm guilty, ooh so, guilty girl.
If showin' my emotions is a crime.
If showin' you your worth means doing it everyday
I'm guilty, ooh so, guilty girl.
Of usin' your attention as a crutch.
Of wantin' to be part of everyone of your steps.
Of wantin' to cover you in riches. Of wantin' to hide all your bodies in ditches.
Of the world hatin' me cause I have a woman that chooses me.
Of bein' a paranoid schizophrenic with a the world attitude. Of bein' attracted to someone who is almost the same, not scared of bein' rude.
I'm guilty, ooh so, guilty.
I'm guilty, ooh so, guilty girl.
If showin' my emotions is a crime.
If showin' you your worth means doing it everyday
I'm guilty, ooh so, guilty girl.
Of how badly I want you. Of not havin' enough words to describe what I wanna do.
Of bein' what I am and worried. Of waitin' on the day your happiness with me leaves, and I feel buried.
I'm guilty, ooh so, guilty.
I'm guilty, ooh so, guilty girl.
If showin' my emotions is a crime.
If showin' you your worth means doing it everyday
I'm guilty, ooh so, guilty girl.
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Feeling as if you’ve been kicked in the nuts with a golf shoe is similar to being ghosted by someone with you had a connection. By someone that listened. I blame myself for these feelings and for having unwarranted expectations. I blame myself for this false feeling of rejection.
In the room, smoke gathers, thick as the fog rolling off the hills at dawn. My bowl stays hot so much it looks like red is part of the design. My cigars stay burning like the passion of some for Babalon.
"They tend to misunderstand the paper man with scissors hands that watches the hourglass for grains of sand to fall and fall again as he pretends everything he lays his hands on doesn't turn to ." Twiztid LDLHAIBCSYWA
It's always easier to say something, then it is to do it. Positivity and achieving goals brings your heart to warmth and flutters in your gut. Silver tounges and slithering souls bring doubt, bring indecisiveness. They turn your thoughts and actions into smut.
I anxiously search for my next puff. Do I want nicotine and tar? Would I rather float away and be more cross-eyed than Baltazar?
Faith don't fail me now. Wake up and instantly smile for making it through another night alive. We are meant to live and evolve in this life. Not simply only trying to survive.
Take another toke, filling my lungs with toxicity and chemically stuffed smoke. Hoping the effects will soothe the weight carried and leave me with the right joke.
Pack the glass with what used to be a crime and is now dispensed as medicine. Introduce the bic to the bliss and inhale. The change is instant rushing through ever nerve. Making your eyes look like you are Mexican.
Cigars & Tree occupy my life. They reside in my soul and control my choices. Quitting cigars is easy. I have done it three times before. I will die holding my bowl in my hand. That's not an option. It helps too much with the pain and calms the voices.
Today I turned forty-two. Today I witnessed quality over quantity first-hand. My sisters sent their love with pixels formed as words. I saw two of my three brothers and got quality time with all of them with no command.
Mom and Booger dropped through with some gifts and, as always, a cake on your and her special day. Reminds me of the time I took my first breath, at 2:15a.m. She tries to be a family so badly. Keeps traditions she has and always stays in touch. It's the american dream, nobody wants to see it. They are living the average cliche.
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I'm a soft-lover dude, something I have never tried to hide. I have always respected your mind. thoughts, and soul way before I ever wanted your body on my side.
You are so smart, so in funny and so incredibly sentimental. Even with years apart and miles divide, nothing could replace you, there is no supplemental.
I'm a gentle lover, stronger in the jaw. Let anyone mess around and find out. I promise they will regret this. I promise the last thing they will be able to do is crawl.
Messages full of memories, post-its all over the wall. Homemade meals, homemade dreams, homemade everything, we do it all.
No matter how many bouquets I get you, no matter how many bouquets you deserve. None of the numbers could ever compare, none of the sufferance you have adored could ever be swerved.
Your life is about to be full and busy as can be, no worries at all. When you need a break or just want to smile I'm gonna be here, all you gotta do is call.
Like I said in the beginning, I'm a soft-lover dude. I like to let my feelings run the show, butt also don't mind coming off as rude.
I feel like our powers could combine and be the greatest force of all. If our souls combined the chaos and destruction would devastate everything, even the small.
Aight, aight got a lil corny there, got a lil ornery there, got a lil less horny for me. Let me bring it back to the topic, let me bring it back to the subject, let me bring this back where it needs to be.
Honestly it's hard to wish you have never been hurt, to wish your path to be easy, to wish you have never known pain. When none of that , none of it at all could bring your subvert or even start to ruffle your mane.
I gotta bring it back for one more bar, I gotta bring it back for one more track. I couldn't leave that on some weak sauce, I couldn't leave feeling like a left handed smack.
I gotta keep this going, i gotta show you I'm forreal. I gotta keep this going, I gotta just be true and not redo the deal.
So, now when I tell you I mean it you know I'm being real. Now when I tell you I mean it there is no other way for you to feel.
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To whom it may concern; I don't have a memory of being afraid of the dark, from the youngest of age never fearing angels, demons or anything with a spark.
Eight-legged critters seem more like a friend, but anything with a heartbeat and most without, I will always defend.
Some of the worst things people can experience: heights, claustrophobic, loss of a loved one, death, has no concern on me, I’m living life to the fullest of every breath.
There's not a monster in the world that’s scarier than any with-in, spent twenty years in religion to come out more confused, humming a hymn.
More than a fear, more like scares the hell out of me, the acts humans can do to other humans and jus act like let it be...
To whom it may concern fears couldn't grip me with titans power, I have lived my life with no regrets I have seen death it's not bad if your life wasn't sour.
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They say that those in hell won't come back. Internally in pits of darkness, it's the hardest thing to break someone free.
Wanna hear about the night that Chris Nielson died? Wanna hear about the night his wife Annie couldn't take anymore, the night Annie's mind got fried?
Both of them trying not dwell and continue to live. Both of them forced to celebrate triple D day, with so much more to give.
Chris enters first, seeing all the beauty and wonders just beyond the gate. Searching for something familiar, searching for his kids, he soon learns their fate.
Annie can't deal with the grief. Annie decides to take her own life. She finally had the last cut. They finally pulled her last straw, taking her title as a wife.
Chris can't let this be he won't her rest until home. With a heart so pure, a love so deep, he will never be alone.
To be loved this much, to be cared for more. The only hell Chris knows is a world without Annie. What a bore.
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You hold someone down, do what they don't ask, fulfill their wildest dream, to not feel reciprocated, to feel you are being used, while your needs drift down stream.
You endure the pain; you accept your fate every time, ignoring every warning, hoping this one is the last rhymes.
We do this always; we do this cause we are the ones that can handle the pain. We are the ones that are chosen to carry others through the rain.
"I'm never gonna love again" "I'm done trying to be happy", things we have all said, things that have made us all scrappy.
Your emotions run so deep, your emotions are on the edge of your sleeve, not everyone can handle this way, most people will run, most people will leave.
Butt, don't be tearful, don't be sad. You will always find love, no matter how horrible you've had.
Just remember people come into your life as blessings or lessons. Don't hold grudges life is too short, forgive easily and live free of obsessions.
Some people will come into your life to disturb it and cause chaos. The right people will bring you peace without making you feel like a boss.
My thoughts float to the Emperor penguin, showcased in "Happy Feet" finding their song partners. When you hear the right song, you won't have to question intentions. They make you feel safer and more hopeful as kindergartners.
As much as you think being hopelessly romantic is a curse, one day you find the one, you will find the one that will hold you tighter than a compact out of a prostitute’s purse...
No, no, no, that's too dark. Let me try another spark.
As much as you think being a hopeless romantic is a curse, you will soon find the one that will hold you tighter than a casket being held by a hearse...
Wow, dude, could you be any darker? You couldn't be any more darkening with a permanent marker.
As much as you think being a hopeless romantic is a curse, you will soon find the one that will hold you tighter than an arm being poked by a nurse.
M'kay, m'kay that's the one that sounds the best, that's the one that will show I'm not a mess.
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It's that special day and you stroll the lonely beach, when out of nowhere you stub your toe on a lamp that falls right out of reach.
Suddenly, a genie arises and looks deeply into your eyes. In your mind you hear a whisper, three wishes I will grant as long as you don't tell me your lies.
With these wishes come no parameters, with these wishes you can do what you want. Heed this only warning: don't take this as me trying to flaunt.
With power, with respect, with the things you think you want, will not bring you happiness, will not bring you joy, butt a life only full of haunt.
Wishing for your own makes you selfish, wishing for all wouldn't work with a million wishes and your sanity with in.
If there could be one wish that would fix everything, one wish to make it all great. I have one suggestion that fits what you seek, one suggestion that would end all hate.
It would take hours to have you list all the issues in this world, it would take longer to fix 'em. Now if you would, imagine the issues that would disappear in a flash, the issues that when thought of make you numb.
If the first human treated the next with compassion, the world would be so much better. If we as humans shared compassion with each other, none of us would ever be a regretter.
Now rethink that list of issues in the world if you will, think about your list of personal wishes. Would they be a thing? Will one of them still be to pay that one bill?
Don't waste your one wish yo, don't try to make only a few happy please, if you are every really granted one wish consider compassion to all and bring so many to their knees.
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What's it like to get what makes you feel whole, not even whole jus gives you a reason to live? Gives you a season to look forward to. No expectations held at all. That door was closed at the beginning. No way I could find a person who has as much as me to give.
Simple communication token as pressure or prying that only starts confusion and anxiety. Presence meant as affection not knowing what to say or do to not trigger something I had nothing to do with, really makes me question sobriety.
Hiding emotions, forced to believe words over actions, pouring until I'm empty, and only receiving confirmation when given first. Battles fought, scares remembered, hell is found when the peace you seek demands obedience and silence to the point you want to burst.
I'm an example of a bad example. I'm nobody that you wanna be, cause the world is afraid of me. I never rely on my sanity, I threw it away and created the monster that has your attention today. I'm so hidden and you're never gonna see.
"Don't overthink so much!" "If there is a problem I will say something!" "Stop asking me so many questions!" "Every guy I have been with hit or yelled at me." "I'm not use to being treated so well." You are perfect the way you are. I will treat you as my Queen the way you deserve.
My mind is a cell. No one to talk to, no way to vent with constructive criticism. My thoughts run and the voices tell ghost stories they convince me are real. My personality is lacking. My attitude reflects my internal conflicts. It's either the best possible way or the world is gonna end and we are all gonna die. I can't find a middle, I can't find a way out of my self-built prison.
You don't know my story. No one knows my story. I'm in this life by myself full of worry. You think you know about me. people think they know about me. Everyone assumes. They ask no questions; they conduct no investigations. Going nowhere in a hurry.
What's it like to be wanted? To be chosen and showed. What's it like to not guess what you mean to others? I thought I knew at one time. I thought I found it this time. Found out I'm playing tetris with a losing code.
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