Buried Beneath

Finally breaking,
So where are you now?
It's been such a long time
but I've tried to live without.
I'm suffocating, I need you to breathe.
So reach down and pull me up,
Pull me up before I am buried beneath
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So tell me where were you
when everything fell down like thunder.
I begged you to pull me through
I couldn't get out from under.
You left me for dead inside my head,
couldn't you see I was still breathing?
Screaming, I reached for you,
I couldn't get out from under
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You try to tell me you can heal me
but I'm still bleeding.
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I won't forget,
I cannot forget this,
I won't forget,
I'll never forget this.
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I've lost so much along the way
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Then I see your face
I know I'm finally yours.
I find everything I lost before.
You call my name,
I come to you in pieces
so you can make me whole
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I've come undone,
but you make sense of who I am,
like puzzles pieces in your hand.

Belated Anniversary

So I forgot to celebrate the 1 year anniversary of this blog, the first post was on April 19, 2009. Feels like just yesterday, yet also a distant fairy tale at the same time. I think I'll keep it going for a while, every month or so I like to come back here.

It's become a sort of reminder to myself of what's happened and a constant refocus to remember what is truly important in my days. And most importantly to keep my dignity and integrity through anything.

Foreign Language

The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them-- words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they're brought out. But it's more than that, isn't it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you've said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried when you were saying it. That's the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for the want of a teller but for the want of an understanding ear.
-Stephen king

Pearl of the Stars

I'd give you everything,
If only I'd have known you'd take it.
But you don't...

Broken mess

The Classic Crime- Broken Mess
He can't sleep, he can't eat
He keeps thinking about her behind the locked door of her bedroom
As she knowingly tortures the shell that is left of her bridegroom
And what did he do to deserve
This whore of a wife who parades her disgrace to his face now
When he loved her and gave up his life in more ways than she knows how
And all I can say is that

Love is a terrible art, it’s a hook in the heart
That can drag you on broken glass
And as you protest the shards in your flesh
The hook tears out your chest until you’re just a broken mess

Where is God in this rot?
Depraved she commits the most heinous of sins and breaks her vows
But he loves her despite all the crimes she devises in his house
Where is God? I’ve been taught
That He’s close to the broken, it's true I have spoken with Him some
When I look in my brother's eyes I can see where his love comes from
And all he can say is that

Love is a terrible art, it’s a hook in the heart
That can drag you on broken glass
And as you protest the shards in your flesh
The hook tears out your chest until you’re just a broken mess

But he has mercy on her lover and does not bleed him dry
A credit to his self control, if it were me that monster would probably die

Love is a beautiful thing, she can make your heart sing
When you’re walking on broken glass
She will open your eyes, make your heart feel alive
Point you toward the sunrise
Help you leave all this broken mess behind

Love is a beautiful thing
Will you leave this broken mess behind?

Forget My Name

1 in the chamber, and 2 in the clip, do what I have to to die on my feet.

The Coldest Heart

song time.. lyrics are in no order... just as they play in shuffe...spaces indicate different parts of the song.... where as lines indicate song changes.
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Woah I'm losing hope, there's a hole in my heart that's been cut out of stone. Woah, cold comes, cold goes. Could you fill this hole? Because I can't do it alone.

The coldest heart can be brought to life, when it's thrown into the fire of goodbyes
I've got the coldest heart
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A smarter man than me said "there's no bravery, just degrees of fear." but I fear that we're incapable

Where's the kid who went out of his way just know your name?? ( I never should have bothered) We're taking a good hard look at the bald faced crook. Too rich to last, too famous too fast.
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I don't believe that everything you've known about me is gone forever. And I won't forget the things we spent forever, it haunts me.
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In the valley of the dying sun I walk a crooked path alone. I came across a shadow of a man with an angel's breath. "Oh boy." He said to me, "I see your future. Though you long for peace, the sword is your father!"

Bathed in the powder of a thousand guns I am the king of sorrows. Watered by the tears of the innocent ones the river grows, it moves, it swells. "Son." it calls to me, "Your days are numbered, sow the seeds you will, but I am the reaper."
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