i found nice lyrics.(:

i'm not a stranger
no i am yours
with crippled anger
and tears that still drip sore

a fragile flame aged is misery
and when our eyes meet, i know you see

i do not want to be afraid
i do not want to die inside just to breathe in
i'm tired of feeling so numb
relief exists i find it when
i am cut

i may seem crazy
or painfully shy
and these scars wouldn't be so hidden
if you would just look me in the eye
i feel alone here and cold here
though i don't want to die
but the only anesthetic that makes me feel anything kill inside

i do not want to be afraid
i do not want to die inside just to breathe in
i'm tired of feeling so numb
relief exists i find it when
i am cut
pain
i am not alone
i am not alone

i'm not a stranger
no i am yours
with crippled anger
and tears that still dry sore

but i do not want to be afraid
i do not want to die inside just to breathe in
i'm tired of feeling so numb
relief exists i find it when
i was cut

does that explain everything then?

leave me here in my stark raving sick sad little world.

i would kill, all for you.

i've never had unpaid confidantes
it's more than i would care to explain
but i have an open door policy when it comes to blame

eeyer, you and your sixth sense.
i don't like!
-whines more.
why d'you always have this inane ability to sense when i'm upset.
and next thing i know, you're there next to me offering comfort.
why d'you always get so observant when it comes to me?
you see every new thing, and i can't hide it at all.
BLAH.

it makes it even harder for me,
the fact that you can always sense where i am.
and always sense when i'm going to cry or cut.
but all the same, thankyou for too much.

i was knee deep in a sick love.
and i'm so fucking glad i'm over you.
i take back whatever i said about that not being true.
i am so fucking over you.
and i'm glad, really.
i'm throwing the ring away.
never am i gonna wear it anymore.
i'll buy my own from now on.

and and, i must find a nice long boho skirt and matching top.
'cause i said i'd wear that for christmas mass.
and hell yeah, i'll do it.
why am i even doing it,
i don't know man.

try as i might, you invade my thoughts each day.
maybe i should buy some kind of repellant.
and spray my brain with it every day.
and then you'll hopefully not be thought of at all.
ah well, i wish.

i've found heaven, it's just right there.
i've tasted heaven, it's just right there.
i've missed heaven, it's just right there.
i've been to heaven, it's just right there.
i love heaven, it's just right there.

and too many things i'd do for you.
9:05 PM
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