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Amanda Marie's blog: "Metal22"

created on 01/17/2012  |  http://fubar.com/metal22/b345976

No one wants to hear the sad story,

No one cares enough to listen.

It's sad but true.

Didn't you know this is all just a game?

Some of us are only here to lose.

It's sad but true..

I don't need you to prove,

Cause the outcome is always the same.

We're all made to be used.

It's sad but true.

This war continues inside myself,

all I can hear is the battle cry,

Screams of agony, torment, and defeat..

Anger, sin, and temptation, 

is devouring, taking over all me,

Of who I truly long to be..

Am I too weak, can I concour?

I refuse to give up so easily..

Yet, my body is beaten, and weary,

I shall overcome,

I will find the strength to carry on.

It's time to stand again,

The stone has been set in place,

its time to rise now.

I won't let another day go to ruins,

I'll paint a picture of beauty and misery.

I'll Fight, yes I'll fight!

Please you have to help me
This is not my true face
If you could see my soul
As I have seen my soul
I could show it to you
It's rotten
It's poison
Help me please

Please, give me a fucking excuse
I beg for just one reason to give you regret

Are you with me or are you on your own
It's time to choose your side
So choose your side
Are you with me or are you on your own
It's time to choose your side
So choose your fucking side

Could be the end of the world
I'd still be laid here on my own wasting my life away

Hear me now
Get off your knees
Nothing changes when you pray
I'm the closest thing to a God you'll ever know
Get off your knees

Open your eyes
I'll regret, never again
And I stand above you

And I can't feel this pain anymore
And I can't carry on this way
I'm hiding behind false eyes

Could be the end of the world
I'd still be laid here on my own wasting my life away

Over and over, over and over (Fucking hell, Fuck!)

The beauty spot was borrowed,
Now my sweet knife rusts tomorrow,
I'm a confession that is waiting to be heard..

Burn your empty rain down on me,
Whisper your death beat so softly,
We bend our knees at the altar of my ego..

You drained my heart, and made a spade,
But there's still traces of me in your veins.
You drained my heart, and made a spade,
But there's still traces of me in your veins.

All my lilies' mouths are open, like they're begging for dope and hoping,
the bitter petal chant "We can kick, you won't be back"

I'm a diamond that is tired of all the faces I've acquired,
We must secure the shadow ere, the substance fades..

You drained my heart, and made a spade,
But there's still traces of me in your veins..

And we said till we die,
And we said till we die,

You drained my heart, and made a spade,
But there's still traces of me in your veins.
You drained my heart, and made a spade,
But there's still traces of me in your veins.

You drained my heart, and made a spade,
But there's still traces of me in your veins..

And we said till we die,
And we said till we die..

We chase misprinted lies,

We face the path of time.

And yet I fight,

And yet I fight,

This battle all alone.

No one to cry to,

No place to call home.

 

Oooh... Oooh...

Oooh... Oooh...

 

My gift of self is raped,

My privacy is raked.

And yet I find,

And yet I find,

Repeating in my head;

If I can't be my own,

I'd feel better dead.

 

Oooh... Oooh...

Oooh... Oooh...

How am I supposed to breathe?
I try to relax, I touch your still frame
So I can watch you closer
And study the ways I believe I belong to you

I scratch at your waistline, your doll hair
I dig up the thought of how your eyes glow
So I make you my religion, my collision, my scape goat
So have I found your secret weak spot, baby?

Can you pretend I'm amazing?
I can pretend I'm amazing
Instead of what we both know
Instead of what we both know
I cut to the punch line, baby
Can you pretend I'm amazing,
Instead of what we both know

Now our history is for sale
And for that I apologize
You see you're my only know-how
The study of when I believe I belonged to you (to you)
You see I've made you into something more delicious, my sweet ghost
So have I found your secret weak spot, baby?

Can you pretend I'm amazing?
I can pretend I'm amazing
Instead of what we both know
Instead of what we both know
I cut to the punch line, baby
Can you pretend I'm amazing,
Instead of what we both know

(I'm sorry, sorry)
(There it goes, back over there)

 I Keep Distance From  Reality,

And Here I Stay With The Fantasy,

A Simple Thought,

An Imagination...

 

"Why Keep The Fantasy, When We Can Make It Reality?"

For The Reality Will One Day End, Decease.

So Here I Stay With The Fantasy.

A Simple Thought,

An Imagination...

Poem

I used to think it was a genie bottle,

whose contents lifted my head into a dreamy world of clouds,

buzz is a good word for the tingling lack of sensation,

my head falls back on its own,

it flutters,

like my head was in love,

this would have been my first wish.

I could not remember to make the other two.

This was the deceptive ecstasy of ambrosia,

and we did not know words yet like dry heaves, rotgut, and brown bottle flu,

black-outs were entertaining,

not accountable for anything forgotten,

forgetting my second wish was not to feel shame.

I then did not know the devil's trickery,

that demons look like genies and can make you feel good,

but possession is the whole of the law,

and the bad will always follow

once they have you,

when there are no excuses, just a disease.

Black-outs mean that you are alone,

and loneliness means that you are the drink,

and drinking means the demons have you,

yet you are compelled to possess their possession,

because you still remember the genie.

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