I'm Wasting Everything On You

Breaking away on you
Living life to please at thte things you want
Turning my life all around
To go look at what I have found for you

[chorus]
Wasting away (Everything for you)
You want me to be your everything (everything)
But I can't live like this
You're making me waste away

Times have changed
Before it was so right
You never used me in the past
But all the lies

All deceit you told me
Everything's changed
Now I'm wasting everything on you.

Chorus

Hopeless

You lost all your ambition
You broke up all your thoughts
You screwed it all up

I need to know what the fuck you're doing
Why the hell you're leavnig
And if you'll ever be back

You shun all your friends and
You lose all your senses
You go wherevery you go

I try to stop & help but
You shove me off and
It hurts when you do this to me
You say that I'm making it worse

I tell you to stop before it hurts
But then I stop trying
To understand
To realize
To accept
To comprehend that...

...it's hopeless.

I made my first ever backgrounds with Photoshop. They're bad. ^^;

Hahahahaha, that's me, drawn by a friend.
My name's Marshall, thus called Marshmellow (He spelled it incorrectly ).
::insert obnoxious laugh:: Ha.

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Self-Inflicted Karma

It made my head spin, making me dizzy. It couldn’t be, it just couldn’t be possible. I thought it was over, but now, I don’t know what to expect. My nightmare continues into a new chapter.

Why do I still see him around? Wasn’t he taken away? Didn’t he get at least 50 years? Wait, does that mean he escaped? Is he out to get me again? Should I run home?

But then again, that couldn’t be him. I’m being too paranoid. I need to stop dreaming and start living. Still, I’d feel safer back at home…

Why am I getting so distraught? I KNOW that it’s over, that he’s gone & hidden in between those four walls—those four, barren walls—those four, barren, cold walls. I know I should feel safe. But I don’t.

Could you blame me? Could you blame me to feel empty but full at the same time, to feel glad but scared simultaneously, to feel used? He brought me down, brought down the barriers, and exposed me to the harshness of the world. Wait, what was that? Did I just hear a doorbell ringing?

“Mom? Can you get that?”
The doorbell rings.
“Mom?”
The doorbell rings again.

Suddenly, I realized I was home alone. Why didn’t I notice the car gone of the garage? To my dismay, I answered the door. Then it came—a sharp twinge. Why was I so naïve? Why did I have to be so gullible? He got his wish, but it wasn’t him to did the deed. It was I. I did it to myself, within my own four walls—four bland, painted walls.

I had, yet again, escaped reality temporarily, but now I know that reality was a blur.

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Brilliant work there.. If you can keep up that sort of work we may be looking at a new talent

Thank you very much. I don't really like my writing lately...it's very forced, but thanks for the compliment!

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One background for my desktop I'm actually proud of.


And I didn't even play the game!
I did the desaturation piece by piece, but it was worth it!

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Attachment, at points, can be an odd thing. We say we like each other, but the more we realize it, the more we know we’re not for each other.

It plays so many tricks on us. It’s like it wants us to think we could be perfect for each other, but it stabs you in the back, acting as a shadow, waiting to pounce.

So be careful, and turn around once in a while. You never know what could be lurking in the shadows.

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Welcome

Let’s wait, until the bombing stops.
Wait until the shards of pain stop piercing our world.
Welcome to reality.

Don’t look down, or you’ll see
The sacrifices made from this, the souls lost.
Welcome to the graveyard.

Look around you.
Can you see the ones who defied them?
Welcome to their punishment.

See the guns the men are carrying?
Wait until they shoot at you to see what happens.
Welcome to anger.

Watch your step.
You wouldn’t want to become the next corpse.
Welcome to danger.

Go back to that day.
Watch the two towers fall.
Welcome to disaster.

Watch the news now.
See the Underground collapsed.
Welcome to the warning.

Duck down.
Feel the bullet skim your skull.
Welcome to shock.

See those people hiding in the shadows?
See them trying to flee the danger?
Welcome to the panic.
Welcome to insecurity.
Welcome to fear.

Let’s fly away from here.
Let’s get hit and fall to pieces.
Welcome to War.

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Irrelevant
Thanks to the media who inspired me.
Thanks to everyone and anyone.
Thanks for your viewpoints on television.
But to me, they're irrelevant.

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OK, I know. They're a bit outdated. But hey, I find inspiration anywhere.

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