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i have a couple names for this song, but the just of it is basically, when i love some one, things were going great, then every thing turnned to s**t, now i get the feeling of, almost, hostillity when ever i talk to her. but anyway enough of my bull s**t heart broken drama, on with the song!


love is all pain and lies,
causes worthless cries,
time is all a broken record,
ending and r-re-re-re-repeating the same line...
(o-o-o-o-ooooooover and over and oooooooover)
all i have loved about you is all now forgoten.
all i have known about you is all now a diiiiiiistant...
(memory)
I wake with tears at the thought of wasted years,
chasing after your love,
all for noooothing!
(aaaaaall foooooor nooooooothiiing)
all i see now are shattered peices,
(oooooof myyyy heeeeee-art)
time just keeps going on
no matter what i do to try
its always masked by another lie...
no matter what i do to make things right,
it just causes another fight.
love is all pain and lies,
you can never get it right,
nomatter hoooooow mannyyyyy tries!
i wake with broken dreams,
of how thing used to be,
i think about how we said,
things were meant to beeeeee!
I wake with tears at the thought of wasted years,
chasing after your love,
all for noooothing!
(aaaaaall foooooor nooooooothiiing)
i think of all the wasted time i've spent trying to win your love
now after a seeming atousand years,
i have won your pointless looooove!
(pooooooint less l-l-l-l-l-loooooooove)
time is a broken record...
it will reapete its self over and over.
(ooover aaaand oooover.)
Love is a pointless liiiiie.

here is my latest song, its still un-named so if you could come up with a name i would heart almost as much as i heart rein.





As the blood drains, so to do all of my pains, the slits on red, raw wrists, perfection is an infection that i do not wish to have.
There is pain.
There is love.
(most of it is bull s**t!)
there is a furry that keeps all men alive.
that furry is something i do not have...
unless i strive.



time goes on slowly and painfully.
life goes on even though it all ends the same.
what the hell is the point?
its like making a storm tame...
(It all ends the saaa-ame!)

we go on with our existance,
guns at our friends, and backs to our eeee-namies.
soon we will find.
this will all end worse then we thought.
(DOOOOOMSDAAAAAY!)
bombs being fired,
wars being fought,
killing and death,
no one even gave a thought...
(That was some ones kiiiiii-id)