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PenCapChew1994
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Interests: Music, photography, art, writing, hands, eyes, hair, poetry, lust, love, hate, life, loss, stalking people, vampires, thrift stores, my guitar, my room, the feeling of bleeding, crying. Kurt Cobain!! He is my hero!
My favourite bands:
Nirvana is deff my favourite band but besides them..I like Alice in Chains, Third Eye Blind, Bush, Soul Asylum, Hole, Sublime, The Cure, Hall and Oats, ArcLight, No Address, My Chemical Romance, Taking Back Sunday, The Used, Senses Fail, 30 seconds to Mars, Reggie and the Full Effect, Straylight Run, The Matches, Blink 182, Slipknot, Muse, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Tupac, Eminem. I like dead music and music that hasn't hit it big. I like deep music. I like to really listen to lyrics.
Message: message me AIM: PenCapChew1994
Member Since:
10/1/2005
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So long ago, I don't remember when, that's when they say I lost my only friend. Well, they said she died easy of a broken heart disease. As I listened through the cemetery trees. I seen the sun comin' up at the funeral at dawn. The long broken arm of human law. Now it always seemed such a waste. She always had a pretty face. So I wondered how she hung around this place. Hey, come on try a little. Nothing is forever. There's got to be something better than in the middle. But me & Cinderella, we put it all together. We can drive it home, with one headlight. She said it's cold. It feels like Independence Day and I can't break away from this parade. But there's got to be an opening somewhere here in front of me, through this maze of ugliness and greed. And I seen the sun up ahead at the county line bridge, sayin' all there's good and nothingness is dead. We'll run until she's out of breath. She ran until there's nothin' left. She hit the end-it's just her window ledge. Well this place is old, it feels just like a beat up truck. I turn the engine, but the engine doesn't turn. Well it smells of cheap wine & cigarettes. This place is always such a mess. Sometimes I think I'd like to watch it burn. I'm so alone, and I feel just like somebody else. Man, I ain't changed, but I know I ain't the same. But somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin' dreams I think her death it must be killin' me.

Don't wake me if I'm dreaming

Don't believe in love
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