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  • 11/13/2007 7:01 PM

    Get Busy Living or Get Busy Dieing (do your part to save the scene and stop going to shows)


    This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters
    But we never stood a chance
    And I'm not sure if it matters
    If you are the shores, I am the waves begging for big moons
    I’m mailing letters to addresses in a ghost town
    (your secret's out)

    I know this hurts, it was meant to (it was meant to)
    Your secret's out and the best part is it isn't even a good one
    And it's mind over you don't, don't matter

    This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters
    But it must be said again that all us kids are just screaming
    Into microphones for attention
    Because we're just so bored
    We never knew that you would pick it apart, oh
    I'm falling apart to songs about hips and hearts
    (your secret's out)

    I know this hurts, it was meant to (it was meant to)
    Your secret's out and the best part is it isn't even a good one
    And it's mind over you don't, don't matter

    I used to obsess over living,
    Now I only obsess over you
    Tell me you'd like girls like me better
    This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters [x4]

    I know this hurts, it was meant to (it was meant to)
    Your secret's out and the best part is it isn't even a good one
    And it's mind over you don't, don't, don't, don't matter

  • 11/7/2007 10:57 PM

    here's a no-note for you that says don't turn out like me (It's only for your own good)

    I’m so sick and tired.

    I’m ready to cry myself to sleep.

    Again.

    Just another day.

    Just another way.

    You can just say.

    You’re through.

    I’ll only post the appropriate ones.

    For your sake.

    Would you have the guts?

    I know I wouldn’t.

    But that’s just how I was made.

    I’m like a robot.

    Lifeless,

    Loveless,

    Careless,

    Wishing you where here to help me shed my tears.

    She said “You don’t want to do that, you don’t want to be put on the spot.”

    Why bother?

    I already am.

    Why do you care?

    Or do you?

    I wish I could sew my lips together to keep these words from coming out.

    For the good and the bad.

    What am I saying?

    It’s all bad.

    Just like you.

    Here’s a tear

    For your fear.

    Now take care of yourself.

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