There's a feeling in the air
Like a Siren calling out for
Her love lost upon the shore
It's a tragic silent whisper
Drapping over the slumped shoulders
Of those falling on their knees
Weeping for this simple heartache
That streatches sea to sea
It's a universal quiet
That binds our restless souls
Leaving people barely breathing
From dibilitating wounds
We whimper as we wonder
What happened to the stars?

Alright, that part is over.

So to sum it up:

SexDrugsDrumCircleCupcakesDeathCakeGroverRINGSHempFamilyHairDyeFAILPictures.

Failed four classes.
Pretty cool, right?

Failed Math WASL.
Cause I didn't even try.

David Wilson and I need a cooking show.
We can kill you with chocolate.

Starting tomarrow, in technical terms, I get to start something resembling an apprenticeship with a family friend. He's starting his own photo studio. Hooray for free learning! Also, maybe I can do work for him and get paid?

I'll whisper these words to you
Give you hope you'll see a smile
But the truth is, I'm in no good mood
And I'll drain the hope from you

Have you ever felt like you were
The only person in the room
That wants to be elsewhere, another?
Anyone else would be perfectly happy

Her body is falling apart
Disgusting
A face made for disgrace
How can you look at her?

She's seen it a thousand times
The looks on their faces
Fake smiles, faux compliments
When will you quit fucking lying?

Give up
Give it all up
You're so unloved
They don't care if you die

Fuck if I know what goes through their minds
When they tell her she's so thin and pretty
And she laughs thinking all along
What do they know?

Her pictures plaster the internet
And she cries at night for lack of self-respect
She's killing herself, one drug at a time
Yet theres no one there to save her.

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The stars are growing fewer
Cause we keep shooting them down
With guns made from travesty
We aim for the heavens

I guess you and I started it
That night by the ocean
You brought the bullets
I constructed some guns
And we shot down the fucking moon

I looked at you and you looked at me
And we were so tired of daily life
So we killed routine.

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Come here little boy
Tell me a tale
One that's almost heartbreaking
If only I believed it

See your diction lacks substance
And you're such a bad actor
Your delivery is lackluster
And your eyes hold lies

Compose yourself, compose
Take a breath and then a pill
When you wake up it will all seem real
Lose yourself to the rythm..

Inhale, exhale, this is not a dream
Flashing lights and heavy breathing
Baby, this is a heart attack
And I just might be the catalyst
But you'll be coming back for more

You'd believe every word from these lips
While they drip with your blood
You've got nine lives left to live
So you won't mind when I take one tonight

Emergency, Emergency!
Quick, find an exit!
This boy is coming to, and needs medical attention
I'm afraid he's beyond repair...

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So that's what I've been writing.

I found out:

Perfect never stays perfect, especially when other girls are prettier gorgeous.

Jealousy is a mother fucking bitch.

When you finally realize you want someone back, it's too late.

WAY too late.

School needs more effort, but I don't care right now.

Helen is the best kid ever lately. She helps me a lot.