This is my stuff (obviously). I made a thread a while back, a long while back, and it's been lost somewhere. Plus it was filled with crap so I'm making a new one.

The first one that I'll be posting here has a stoopid title but means something to me>_<

Sheep.Taste.Good.But.You're.A.Funny.Tasting.One.

Well I call shotgun on your heart,
Submit yourself to the trend,
Come on now baby, do your part,
Aren’t you willing to defend?

A scarecrow’s burning,
##### a balloon,
The glass hour’s turning,
And my chest is hollow,
And the times are changing.

Did your heart implode?
Seeing as you’re addicted to the red drug,
And did your memory erode?
Now your lungs are filled with tar,
Did your soul break down and explode?
Oh what a pretty little flower you are,
Well you used to be.

You like girls,
Yet you like boys,
And,
Slitting wrists is a thing for you to follow,
So keep on following and I’m sure you’ll find,
What are you looking for?
Seeing as no one’s sent you a shepherd to lead you,
I’m sure, using lies to hide your core,
Is a thing for you to follow,
And I’m sure,
Lies aren’t the only thing you swallow,
And I do believe,
That you are absolutely ####### shallow…

Well…

Haha!
Burn you fad follower,
Haha!
Take this match and strike you up,
Incinerate your empty life,
Haha!
Burn you fad ######,
I’m sure you’ll be able to drown,
In your own vomit,
Seeing as the booze and the drugs will kill you,
If they don’t then I will,
No matter what you do,
I will, I will, I will kill you,
Send this suicide note to you,
Now take that little blue pill.

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Costa Rican Evanescence's Official Fan Club
♣ ~ It's True You Are a Little Insane ~ ♣

Thanks. The quotes that I've used in this one were taken from Firefly. Firefly forever^_^.

bUTTERfLIES.And.Fireflies.

“When we can no longer run, we crawl;
And when we can no longer do that,
We find somebody to carry us”

The butterflies they multiply,
The fireflies; alone they die,
Such as do I,
Such utter lies,
That shine through and out,
Of the darkness from where I lay,
Alone.

The sun will shine,
So the optimists say,
But I wait till the sun burns out,
These circles;
That surround me with doubt,
A pretty hurtful cage.

“Sad little King on his sad little hill”

In this bereavement I often cut myself,
Cleaving and cleansing,
It’s never been me, to be crying this much.

Such utter lies,
The spider spins,
As this magical moment dies,
Cleansed from all of my sins,
My insides are all hollowed out now,
Whilst choking on…

When we can no longer run, we crawl;
And when we can no longer do that,
We find somebody to carry us,
But I can no longer run,
And I can no longer crawl,
Yet I can find no one to carry me.

To consider the cruelty,
And the abuse that my identity's been through,
You wouldv'e thought that I would've,
Cut these wrists long ago, long ago,
And when bleeding has lost it's appeal,
And these cuts and these bruises have lost their sympathy,
Will you still love me?
And would you still hold me?

We put the reject in rejection,
In this dance of dishonour and disgrace,
So bandage up my wrists and tourniquet me in vain.

Your words are disguised as harmless phrases,
That a find a way to cut deep inside,
Well I'm putting my hands together for once and saying these graces,
Praying for a better today for tomorrow, but once again,
My efforts are in vain, and once again,
I am ever so ashamed.

Would you take my life away?
Would you take my soul away?
Tearing it into a thousand million tiny pieces,
To consider the cruelty of the abuse that my,
Soul has been through enough and I'm giving up,
I'm giving up, I'm not giving up.

We put the reject in rejection,
In this dance of dishonour and disgrace,
So bandage up my wrists and tourniquet me in vain,
In vain I try to stay away,
Away from the hurt...

So all of you,
Outcasts and loners,
Rejects and misfits,
Brothers and sisters alike,
It takes two to tango,
So be the other half and fight back,
For who you are,
For who you want and wish to be,
For each other.

We put the reject in rejection,
In this dance of dishonour and disgrace,
I am not ashamed,
We put the reject in rejection,
In this dance of dishonour and disgrace,
I am not afraid,
For we are the ones,
That put the reject in rejection.

Like the name of this song suggets,
Maybe friday will just be my death day,
I don't wanna pray, just for this day to end,
In the light of my heart break heart attack,
I'm not caring about nothing,
Are you even LISTENING?!

Screaming has appeared to be,
My favourite past-time,
I'm not feeling too good again,
I'm feeling cold and dry,
Thank #### it's friday,
Now I can finally die.

HAHA!!!
The fire exit's on fire,
Now isn't that ironic?
Do you wanna wash me clean?
Or do you just wanna stand there,
And touch each other,
Seems to be our favourite thing to do,
Better than screaming,
Look at me now,
I'm chatting absolute nonsense.

Touching has appeared to be,
My favourite past-time,
I'm feeling pretty good again,
I'm feeling hot and high,
Thank #### it's friday,
Now I can finally die,
Now I can finally die...

Is this me still?
I'm not even sure,
This just maybe the part of me,
That I just wanna kill,
Screaming and touching,
What am I doing?
I am changed,
So thank #### it's friday,
Now I can finally lay my head down,
And die.

wow, you write very well, continuous making it, congratulations

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Y a pesar de todo Me pregunto qué no di, Y al vivir me oculto Mis defectos para poder dormir.

Thanks

I.Think.It's.Either.Love.Or.I.Just.Set.Myself.On.F ire.

It’s a smile that cuts deep inside,
That makes me lose my breath, every time,
And every touch appears to peal,
The filth of my outside skin,
And only you seem to be able to look in,
And if you look a little deeper,
Well, maybe I’ll just show you.

I’m feeling the friction of my heart beating,
Faster by the moment, my breathing’s speeding up,
And I don’t care if I’m burning in the heat of the passion,
Knocked over, winded by the…
And I’m enjoying being scarred in our embrace’s collision.

I find an excuse to waste my time with you,
And the excuses are getting fewer by the minute,
And every moment we share, I try to hold,
I haven’t done enough to…
I’d rather waste my time with you,
To feel your eyes upon me, just burns a hole,
Through the passing of these emotions,
It’s just unbearable.

And can you feel the friction of my heart beating?
Faster by the moment, my breathing’s increasing,
And I don’t care if I’m burning in the heat of the passion,
I just want to waste my time with you,
I just want to be lost in you.

And it’s a smile that heals me deep inside,
That makes me smile in return every time,
And every unwanted touch makes me feel,
Like I wanted it in the first place…

And I don’t care,
I don’t care if I’m burning,
In the heat of this passion,
In the friction of my heart beat’s increasing,
With every touch pealing apart of the sin,
Of my skin and looking inside,
I’ll show you,
That I don’t care that I’m burning in the heat of this passion.

You gave it me back,
Ripped my heart out and put it,
Back in again,
All messed up and torn,
Broken and blue,
Turning black,
With the hollowness and the hatred,
Well there’s no going back.

Did you even consider the casualties?
I’m laid open, bleeding,
Maybe I’ll see you at the bottom of the river,
Drowning, losing our breathing,
You’re not worth my time now.

And all the people around,
Saying “I understand”,
Well I don’t think they do,
As I live through those memories,
Hearing your voice aloud,
Pounding inside my head…

And did you even consider the casualties?
I’m laid open, dying,
Maybe I’ll see you on the other side,
Alone, crying,
Well you’re not worth my time now.

You rip their hearts out,
And put them back,
All messed up and torn,
Blue and broken,
Insides turning black,
With the hollowness and hatred,
And maybe I’ll see you on the,
Bottom of the river,
Losing my breath,
Bleeding and crying,
And even so dying,
Because to tell you the truth,
You’re not worth my time anymore.

Gah!!...can't stop writing...

I.Am.As.Real.As.I'll.Ever.Be.

Do I live?
Do I bleed?
I am sure that I feel,
I can breathe, therefore I am,
So don’t you dare say that I’m not real.

Take this gun to my head,
And pull the trigger,
This dance of the liars and fakes is ending,
So I am better off dead.

I know I love,
I can hate,
So don’t you say that I’m a fake,
Ripped into a thousand pieces,
I know what it is exactly that you take,
Hide the shame of what,
I know exactly what you break.

So take this knife,
And stab me hard,
This dance of the liars and fakes is ending,
And I see no reason to keep living this life.

I hurt,
And I cry,
I function like a normal being,
I breathe and I bleed,
And suddenly I’ve stopped seeing,
Through the lies,
So take the light and burn my eyes.

So take this gun,
And take this knife,
Have your fun,
And end my life,
Pull the trigger to my head,
Stab me hard through the heart,
‘Cause this dance of the liars and the fakes is coming to a close,
And I don’t see the point in carrying on anymore,
You waltz into my life and break it into a thousand tiny pieces,
And I cut myself on those pieces and I bled and it hurt and I found that I was human,
That I can love, that I can hate, that I lust after and believe, that I bleed and breathe, That I can feel.

Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...can't stop writing>.<

Replace.My.Paint.

The sunset’s burning colours across the sky,
Blood pink, as if bleeding from God’s veins,
Washing away the sin of the angels…

I stand alone in the rain,
It washes the mud from my face,
I stand alone in the rain,
It cleanses the blood from my veins,
I stand alone in the rain,
It washes the mud from my face,
I stand alone in the rain,
It cleanses the blood from my veins…

Smile! Smile for me this time,
Burn! Set me on fire for a little while,
Scream! These scars scare you,
But they turn you on more,
So smile, burn, scream for me please.

Intoxicated, I’m lying about being sober,
I swallowed my tongue,
And do you really think that this is over?
With your metaphor eyes and innuendo grin…

I stand alone,
In the rain, the rain, the rain,
Washing the mud,
From my face, my face, my face,
Cleansing the blood,
From my veins, my veins, my veins.

Isn’t this not fine?
Sitting high and watching,
From all of my rhetorical places,
You’re dressing in drag,
Looking so good in silks and laces,
That’s my best friend,
And I never got to finish it…

So,
Beg! Get down on your knees and plead,
Cry! Drink down the tears and,
Smile! Smile for me this time,
Burn! Douse in my gasoline and watch me burn,
Scream! These scars scare you,
But they turn you on more.

In the rain,
The blood on my face,
And the mud in my veins,
You look so good drag,
All tied up in leather and lace,
So fucking scream!
Fucking burn me out!
Smile and cry,
Beg and plead…

The sunrise paints a pretty scene in the sky,
Such as the blood from the artists veins,
Washing away and replacing the paint,
Replacing the paint…