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September 5th
01:02
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Theres no more saviours
no more good dreams
only winter
only dead scenes
scenes of boredom
congregations
built of soldiers
lonely nations
anxious teen years
fucking losers
never get old
never knew her
but the photos
on my desktop
tell a story
of a slow drop
into saddness
into anger
summers over
starts to hang her
head in shame now
broken home life
no more new friends
no more good times
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Its a tuesday night and he is in his home
and he is getting drunk so he wont feel alone
but he knows, yeah he knows, that its not gonna help in the long run
Getting high late at night so he doesnt have to think about the test hes gonna fail in the morning
but now its noon and he doesnt remember the past six hours
then he sees a girl, sitting next to him
and he smiles at her, and she smiles at him
but deep in her heart shes looking down, feeling pity like everyone else
and he thinks to himself, and he thinks to himself
my drug abuse is noones problem but my own
and my self abuse is not a common issue
and nobody knows what its like when they cant talk
and nobody is writing these shitty songs
And his classmates have no idea what the fuck hes going through
but they dont care, no they dont care
no they dont care, no they dont mind, the way he acts or the way he'll die
they just want him out of their fucking lives
just as soon as he can just as soon as he can just as soon as he
my drug abuse is noones problem but my own
and my self abuse is not a common issue
and all the kids in the hall make me realize
god I fucking hate the fall
god I fucking hate the fall
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I miss sneaking out the back
to go for a ride
you'd say the things that you had too
and cry over those guys
cause I was only an ear then
without a mind
but if I got to go back
I'd do it one more time
Cause I miss hearing your voice
when I am alone
and I miss seeing your face
when I would hang up the phone
and you'd ask me whats wrong now
and why I was beet red
And I would tell you its nothing
cause there was too much stuck in my head
I'd love to say that it got better
after you left
but I am trying to be honest
well atleast do my best
Cause its so easy to lie now
and say it worked out fine!
But I don't think that I can do that
even if it makes you cry
Cause I would never break your heart
assuming I even can
I think you need to grow up now
and stop living for other men
because you're so much more than, what they want you to be
and you're so much more than something I should recieve
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Its hard to find the words to use
when I try to think or speak of you
and I know that you are in my head
from The way you move and writhe in bed
cause sad boys like to make shit up
yeah sad boys like to make shit up
You scream and cry and say you're real
from the way you touch and look and feel
but I'm too far gone to know your name
and I'm too messed up to play these games
cause sad boys like to fuck shit up
yeah sad boys like to fuck shit up tonight
Its time for you to leave my house
you've had your fun so please get out
cause I can't stand to see your pain
the smell of you, the night it rained
cause sad boys love to be depressed
and sad boys love to act oppressed
for the way we cry and act and dress
yeah sad boys like to be depressed
so please don't ever moan my name
the way you speak drives me insane
oh I can't wait to be alone
Oh I can't wait to be alone
set fire to my only home
Oh I cant wait to be alone
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Im getting real sick and tired of all these bands
writing songs about their friends and their lives, relationships and other bullshit
and yeah i know thats me, a big cliche, Im a hypocrisy
but I don't think that I should be a role model for all these fucking kids, yeah don't end up like this
Heres a tip: sell out fast, and get the fuck out of this dying scene
Everyone I know was a punk rock kid, once or twice
but now they're all growing old and buying homes, and getting better jobs
eating food is cool I guess, but I bet they dont even fuck shit up
why wont they fuck shit up
This whole growing up, it kinda sucks, I need some better friends or better luck
but I know I wont find that here, no one ever does
Doing shots at three am isn't helping us at all,
but fuck as long as you're still here, I'll do em all
We'll trip and fall
Its hard to know what songs to sing to make everybody happy
So steal a line from here or there, but make it catchy
but as long as I still have a voice, be making songs and making noise
We'll all return to dirt some day, so we might as well steal some fucking songs
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Theres somethin kinda cool bout hanging out with you guys, yeah
This special kinda feeling that I feel inside
cannot get out of this fucking sinkhole
but at least Im feeling hopeful
And when it comes down to it
I think I'd rather be stoned
than ending up with you
but waking up all alone
and I'm tryna drown out my feelings
but I really don't think I have them
and my old bestfriend would say he missed me tonight
but he really doesn't care if I'm doing alright
and I wanna try to give him closure
but I'm way too far to come over
when it starts to get cold Im gonna wish you were here
cause the winter really brings out the worst of my fears
and I kinda wanna see you smile
but I would have to try to walk six miles
And when it comes down to it
I think I'd rather be stoned
than ending up with you
but waking up all alone
and you're tryna cheer up my feelings
but I really don't think its helping
yeah I really don't think its helping
and it is nights like these that make me wish I was dead
because the silence starts to fill up that space in my head
and I'm sorry that you think I'm lying
cause for once I'm really trying
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7. |
Seasonal Depression
01:47
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The Van Outfront Annaheim, Saskatchewan
I'm just a 19 year old kid with stupid goals, but I got lucky enough to get a guitar, and well here we are.
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