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[Aug. 28th, 2006|06:56 am]
Who I am
And who I want to be
Falling apart so drastically
Sometimes I'm beyond the world,
Sometimes it cages me
Sometimes it relieves to scream
Sometimes it hurts to bleed
I'm always alive
Always my heart is beating
Yet sometimes my world stops
I fall apart,
I grow from ashes
Just to free myself
With shards of glasses
Who am I?
My identity can diminish
And regrow
I'm still human
Sometimes it hurts to be

Diary of melissa rose
the blood that leaks, the blood that flows
is that of a child that pains to know
she is not the same, it hurts to grow
Diary of a little girl
who in her pain lives in a world that swirls
diary of a sweet mistake
a child beyond whats tangible

You can glamorize
And fantasize
but suicide
is a cowards way to go
you can sympathize
and emphasize
but suicide
is just an emulation of giving up

I am a woman of worlds
A heart so purely sincere
You can never wish to own it
All the misery and all the pain
Can fall around m and drown me in rain
Everywhere I go my happiness is in vain
Even though all I have is the gift of the insane
Beyond my words
There is excitability, there is hurt
There's religion behind my demise
And someday I wish to prove
I'm not alone I'm not alone

Face the truth
Face your lies
All your life you've been hypnotized
Face the pain,
face the cries
All human beings are indefinitely blind

Satan's in the Yearbook
Jesus is in the Yearbook
Virgin Mary's in the yearbook
God is in the yearbook

How can you think this whole worlds gone to waste... if
We still have the music
How can you think this worlds too burnt to taste... if
We still have the music
How can you think this worlds not worth giving in to... if
We still have the music
How can you think this worlds not worth living in you if...
We still have the music
Don't take for granted the simplicity of the beat
You constantly have one inside of you
Don't take for granted the pulsations and the heat
That constantly beat on the inside of you

I won't lie
I'm terrified
Who will i be in ten more years
Will i get done the things i wanted to prove
I won't lie
I'm terrified
What will become of me
I don't want to die
But death proves me past my eternity
And i don't know
If ill become what i want to be
I have so much to prove
But so little time
And all my lines
Disintegrate in time
And i don't lie
I'm terrified
Of becoming what i don't want to be
I ask you truth
what will become of me
at this pace i'm bound to be
a worthless wreck
a hurting wreck
I won't lie
I don't want to become what I don't want to be

Description
[Aug. 28th, 2006|06:56 am]
Who I am
And who I want to be
Falling apart so drastically
Sometimes I'm beyond the world,
Sometimes it cages me
Sometimes it relieves to scream
Sometimes it hurts to bleed
I'm always alive
Always my heart is beating
Yet sometimes my world stops
I fall apart,
I grow from ashes
Just to free myself
With shards of glasses
Who am I?
My identity can diminish
And regrow
I'm still human
Sometimes it hurts to be

Diary of melissa rose
the blood that leaks, the blood that flows
is that of a child that pains to know
she is not the same, it hurts to grow
Diary of a little girl
who in her pain lives in a world that swirls
diary of a sweet mistake
a child beyond whats tangible

You can glamorize
And fantasize
but suicide
is a cowards way to go
you can sympathize
and emphasize
but suicide
is just an emulation of giving up

I am a woman of worlds
A heart so purely sincere
You can never wish to own it
All the misery and all the pain
Can fall around m and drown me in rain
Everywhere I go my happiness is in vain
Even though all I have is the gift of the insane
Beyond my words
There is excitability, there is hurt
There's religion behind my demise
And someday I wish to prove
I'm not alone I'm not alone

Face the truth
Face your lies
All your life you've been hypnotized
Face the pain,
face the cries
All human beings are indefinitely blind

Satan's in the Yearbook
Jesus is in the Yearbook
Virgin Mary's in the yearbook
God is in the yearbook

How can you think this whole worlds gone to waste... if
We still have the music
How can you think this worlds too burnt to taste... if
We still have the music
How can you think this worlds not worth giving in to... if
We still have the music
How can you think this worlds not worth living in you if...
We still have the music
Don't take for granted the simplicity of the beat
You constantly have one inside of you
Don't take for granted the pulsations and the heat
That constantly beat on the inside of you

I won't lie
I'm terrified
Who will i be in ten more years
Will i get done the things i wanted to prove
I won't lie
I'm terrified
What will become of me
I don't want to die
But death proves me past my eternity
And i don't know
If ill become what i want to be
I have so much to prove
But so little time
And all my lines
Disintegrate in time
And i don't lie
I'm terrified
Of becoming what i don't want to be
I ask you truth
what will become of me
at this pace i'm bound to be
a worthless wreck
a hurting wreck
I won't lie
I don't want to become what I don't want to be