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Use me for drugs ,use me for looks ,use me for the two love enduced hooks. Use me in the spring, use me in the fall, right now, it'd feel better, to be used at all. Use me completely, use me til I'm gone, use me til you break me, use me til night breaks dawn. Don't reach down on me, just use me for real,cuz I'm pretty sure I'm sick of, the feeling that I feel. Don't look back, or act like you care, don't act like you give a damn, if you do I swear I'll break your neck, or I'll break you, Don't pretend, like you don't wanna be used. I don't understand, this confusing world's plan, I know I hate the one, they call "the man". It's economy

I've gotten high, I've lost my mind, wheres it gone?, It's in the bong. It's running away, and i must say, it's pretty fast, my little brain. Oh no, it went down the drain, yes yes my little brain, yours is no different, we're all the same. Now heres here, with a couple o' beers, to the running cerebrum, and the skull ,thats about to greet em. I think we've caught it, inside my bucket, but we haven't so I decide to say fuck it. I run away, and to its dismay, on the ground it lies, suddenly starts to cry. I ask "whats wrong?" to my head coach, it says "that fucking bong", because you're fucking poached. And there I am, all that is me. It's l

Waiting is gone. Its the end of the year, I'm glad to feel the finish coming near. It's the second to last, My minds at an impass, this year's gone by pretty fast. I wish the best for the new babies, the best the future has to offer maybe, i can't stand my thoughts lately. The last statements irrelevant, Because relativity is something I can't, do. But back to academics and back to school, one more year, one more fool. I can't wait, til I graduate, from this horrible place,where thers only one race. I just can't wait to get out of the, place mexicans know as escuela.

I think this is done, i think this is thru, i think this over, yes me and you. You won't speak to me, what remains is all I see, theres no point to this hypocrisy. But I still have someone who cares, thank god she's been spared, from this Earth's evil lair. Shes not my lover, she's definetely my friend, she's been there for me, all the way to the end. She's small, she's petite, she's pretty stupid, yet really sweet. She's always there for me, ready to lend a hand, She's my best friend, her name is Morgan.

the day before you and I died, i tattooed your name inside my mind. It was permanent ink, and now im beginning to sink, below the low ocean tide. I miss your smile, you've been gone for awhile, I think we were true. Its been weeks now, had several breakdowns, since we've been through. Your reason is the oddest answer why, maybe that why I can't get it through my mind, i have none left reguard for my life. Well I suppose we will see, wether or not if you'll return to me. Please, strobe lights flash in my eyes, while my mind seems to wander miles. I still want our drug enduced summer, a great summer happily together, with nice warm sunny we

So im sitting here with my car on the side of the road, while im waiting for it to be towed, meanwhile im out getting stoned, and i cant rip you from the fabric of my mind. Im flying high as a plane, because theres nothing like this pain, even getting stoned doesnt make it go away, i need a love thats not blind. Right out here, is where im sitting sheered, to little threads, lying dead, upon my bed.

I cover up the love with the loads of lust, while the searing pain is still robust. Back at the stoned house without anymore, its merely a house with walls and a door. Simple things like that are easiest at best, this house is what a bird would call its nest. on Prom night i hope you see, that you and i are meant to be, and together, we will lay our heads to rest. Now dart dart dash, through your ink blotched halls, you're gone while my empire falls.dont worry ,dont be rash, ill be there for you through this all. You're my friend ,you're my other, the one and only loverless lover.

Some people sleep with a gun. Some people sleep with a knife. Some people sleep with something they cant certainly not hide. Some people sleep with ease, some people sleep alone, but I sleep with insanity ,under my pillow. Some people sleep with rust, some people sleep with pride, some people sleep with rotten bags, under their misery filled sunken eyes. Some people sleep, with a baseball bat under their bed, some people sleep, with dastardly lies filling their head. But no matter how they sleep, i promise i know, i sleep with insanity under my pillow

I saw this perfect world. Everything lived in peace. There was no discrimination or prejudice. There was no categories or time. There was just "now". There was me and my lover sitting in a pond with a waterfall feeding it. There was leaf platters of berries and greens waiting to feed the hunger. In the pond....there was hippos and alligators swimming in harmony without the struggle of survival. There was elk and bears foraging through the forest. All of a sudden my lover and I felt something touch our feet. A white blob popped up in front of us and let out a loud shriek. It was a dolphin. We both grabbed onto its dorsal fin and carried us dow