Class of 2007Class Of 2007Class of 2007
One day not so long ago, A time so short, it doesnt seem so. Our very first day of school has come and gone, Now we are seniors we must carry on Congratulations, we have made it this far All but a few of us have a car We have gone to school for 13 years,
And now the time of graduation draws near. Our parents warned you and I. How fast this short time would pass by. I never really listened Nor did i pay attention. Can we remember our past? Maybe we have enough memories to last. One day not long from now, We will all be in robe
The GameThe game Our relationship is so weird,The Game
I have always feared, Our love would turn out this way. You dont think i gave you the time of day. Yet what do you think i done,
You claimed to have so much fun, How was i to know? You were sure not to show. I knew you would play me,
I dont know why it wasnt obvious to see. Someone once told me something, funny thing is I forgot their name. "Dont Hate the Player, Hate the Game..." Try to take that to heart, You'd better be smart. I was the fool, You are related to a mule. I thought I could never hate
WeakWeak
I'm sick again
Coughing up blood
I'm so heavy But the bed still remains empty
Like I'm not really there My presence is an illusion Trying to regain consciousness
Trying to stay real
I'm sorry, I'm sick again Just a little unwell Doctor where are you taking me? Cold hands I just felt
I can see it in their eyes
They are already mourning
I'm not even dead yet But they've given up "Poor kid" I hear
But I didn't see the face
But the voice was so gentle
Now it's gone away
I'm sick again
Another tube in my
Colors and NumbersColors and Numbers
The colors can mean anything
They morph into different meanings The blue can be my refreshing h20
It can be my ocean of dispair
The red can burn my senses
It can be my passionate flame
The white can be my angel
But purity always gets me insane
The numbers can mean anything They are subjective to what they are
Three is superficial laughter
But also the trinitarian number
Seven is God's favorite number
There are seven deadly sins There is a black and white side
To every little thing
It can be interpreted any way
As far as t
Just Like MeJust Like Me
Verse 1: I never asked for your advise I never even asked you for an alibi (most of the time) But you still found a way to make me smile And that compassion in your eyes Filled my life like a resonating light
Chorus: So please just take this moment This single precious moment To take the time to see The side of me That made you runaway I know this is not your forte' And you don't like what I say But let me get this straight 'Cause you're just like me In so many fucking ways
Verse 2: I never asked for your goo
DaySomething's in the water and it's making people not make any sense.Day
To me it seems like every time I turn around there's a brand new king and queen sitting on a throne of luck or fate or skill or
whatever they claim to use to butter their toast in the morning.
Some things aren't so magical that they deserve a beautiful analogy
like a bullshit mural in a circular room I'm getting dizzy just looking for a way out.
I remember someone telling me that they've examined both &nbs
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it has won the battle
it has bled
it rests beyond my view
covered in red.
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"I wanna speak at an intimate decibel/with the precision of an infinite decimal." -Yoni Wolf
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"I wanna speak at an intimate decibel/with the precision of an infinite decimal." -Yoni Wolf
Madame
Hmm...maybe.
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"I wanna speak at an intimate decibel/with the precision of an infinite decimal." -Yoni Wolf
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