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I Thought You Were My LimitI will not be your tragedy.I Thought You Were My Limit
Yesterday, you asked me to sing you a lullaby. And yesterday, I did. I sang to you about diamonds and mocking birds and looking glasses, and I sang to you about rings and posies. I sang to you about twinkling stars and blue lavenders. I sang to you about sunshine, oh, I sang to you, my sunshine.
But in the end, your cynicism got the best of you, and all you wanted to hear me do was scream.
Yesterday, you asked me to paint you a picture. And yesterday, I did. I painted rainbows and butterflies in the form of candy dreams to satisfy your needs for cliches


As The City BurnsThe world is stuck in autumn.As The City Burns
I can feel myself in a twilight forest, as the branches bow to the wind while trying to court the rain from the clouds. The leaves brush themselves against my neck and my lips, in hopes of the fire that colours their fragile veins sparking something within me. I can feel my head spin as I imagine what they think of the girl beneath them, the girl so desperate for love and affection without binds that she'd kiss the raindrops right before they hit the ground, and hold hands with thorn ridden branches.
I see the rain clouds, hanging low over the dimmed horizon, frowning down at me. I smell


Madness Conquers The ClockYou know...Madness Conquers The Clock
You never really notice how lonely you are until you're up at two in the morning, and all you want to do is go outside and beg the stars to come down, just so you have someone to talk to.
(even though you're up until then virtually every night)
You never realize just how lonely you are until you find yourself looking up pictures of the sky to reduce the claustrophobia, and wincing when you see the sun and bright blue backdrop.
(even though you've never felt claustrophobic here before)
You can't understand just how lonely you are until you notice how you're wrapping y
The Masochist

Little Black BoxThat little black Box means nothing.Little Black Box
Because when you get back, you'll swing me up in your arms, and I'll Fly, before landing softly on concrete ground.
Instead of falling like I do now.
And when you get back, you'll tell me that you love me, and you'll promise me that you'll never leave me. Alone. Like I am now. And I know that the little black box means nothing, because you Promised that you'd stay with me and you always keep your promises. ...right?
So when you get back, I'll paint you a picture of heaven, and we'll dance among the stars, and sing to the moon. &n
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"In her mind,
She's repeating the words--
All the love you put out will return to you..."
"Not Like The Other Girls"
--The Rasmus
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*project-improve - for all writers to improve on dA.
Jordan C
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"In her mind,
She's repeating the words--
All the love you put out will return to you..."
"Not Like The Other Girls"
--The Rasmus
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"Three can keep a secret, if two of them are dead."
Wow. XD
You were right, as always.
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"In her mind,
She's repeating the words--
All the love you put out will return to you..."
"Not Like The Other Girls"
--The Rasmus
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"Three can keep a secret, if two of them are dead."
I shall check eet out~
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"In her mind,
She's repeating the words--
All the love you put out will return to you..."
"Not Like The Other Girls"
--The Rasmus
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Sometimes, I just want to HATE you because I Love you so much
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