ITT: Soul-crushing lyrics

>Come mistah tally man, tally me banana (daylight come and me wanna go home)

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Well sir I guess there's just a meanness in this world

no song can top
>I don't love
>I don't feel anything
>I don't feel anything where this love should be

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>I WILL SEEEEE YOUUUUUUUUU
>IN THE NEEEEXT LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIFEEEEEE

I know tomorrow
You will be
Somewhere in London
Living with someone
You've got some kind of family
There to turn to
And that's more than I could ever give you

Will I ever find the girl in my mind?
The one who is my ideal
Maybe she's a dream and yet she might be just around the corner waiting for me

>I looked at the place where my legs used to be
>And thanked Christ there was no one there waiting for me
>To grieve and to mourn and to pity
youtube.com/watch?v=Wq0fF6oY6I4

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Duster - breakup suite

>Call, break, it, off
>Call, break, my, own heart
>Maybe I woulda been something you would be good at
>Maybe you woulda been something I would be good at
>But now, we'll never know
>I won't be sad but in case I go there, everyday
>To make myself feel bad there's a chance I'll start to wonder
>Is this the thing to do?

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>tegan and sara
thread ruined

YOU HAVE THE TALENT TO MAKE ME FEEL LIKE DIRT

Some boys take a beautiful girl
And hide her away from the rest of the world

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this is, without a shred of a doubt, the faggiest thread i've seen on this board all day

If you're happy and you know it clap your hands

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Yes suppress your emotions like the drone NPC you are.

Tegan and Sara pre-Heartthrob were comfy as fuck. I've been listening to music for a long ass time and there aren't very many other artists with their level of genuine emotional earnestness and vulnerability.

T. depressed Leaf.

>Lately it seems that my insecurities get the best of me, and I'm no longer in control
>No one should ever have to feel like this
>To feel like me, and even though
>The good I have outweighs the bad
>The bad's what's leaving me with most sleepless nights

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Van Morrison doing anything.

Lately. Linda Rondstadt before the Parkinsons... I never knew I liked Mexican music.

>IT ISNT REAL BUT IT FEELS REEALL
How do I stop imagining a life with her and just go on with my own?

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Railing Adderall pills out a dollar bill, on the bathroom floor
Clean the whole mess up with my nose, what the fuck I need a vacuum for?
When you told me that you missed me
Well, I couldn't close my eyes
'Cause I realized what it felt like to die
'Cause all you'll ever be is a nightmare and a wet dream
A reason to smile from 6 feet underground
Stare in her eyes to look past horror
Morphine tolerated, I'm out coppin' horse tranq for her
Like I won't have to go through hell again
Her skin is like saran wrap, barely hangin' from her skeleton
With each one of her ribs defined
My crib's designed
To keep the light out cause she can't lift the blinds
Drifting behind, I'll be outta friends soon
Nobody visits the guy that keeps the body in his bedroom
She's barely alive and taking life from me
With no appetite but the meningitis is still hungry
Wants to make love
But I had to substitute it with holding hands while we take drugs

youtube.com/watch?v=To2JnzBwPA8

Walking the tightrope between destiny and coincidence
Hoping to fall to one side so I can fulfill my empty imminence
Steadily influencing the chips to fall where they will
But apparently it's not human nature to catch them and place them carefully
Into positions which our concerns see fit
But the thought of contemplation is what sinks my thwarting sea ship
That I call the permanent eclipse of what might have been
If only this and that had happened within my past actions
So I stop and stare, then tilt my head back
Stopping the motion in my rocking chair, releasing as I hear my neck crack
Pull to my side, closing my eyes and envision the black
Imagining life as one big recollection I can't help but live in the past

absolutely every time

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based

To be lonely is a habit like smoking or taking drugs

His name was Perry
He had a learning difficulty
His father was a very mean man
His father burned his skin
His father sent him to his death
He was ten years old
He was ten years old
He was ten years old

Her name was Naomi
Beautiful round face, so ashamed
Told me how to please a man
After school in the back of a bus
She was doin' it every day
She was eleven years old
She was eleven years old
She was eleven years old

Her name was Sheryl
Black hair, like an electric space
She would pretty paint my face
She was very good friend
Her father would come to her in the night
She was twelve years old
She was twelve years old
She was twelve years old

His name was Donovan
He was a very good friend
The cards were stacked against him
He was selling cocaine
The last time I saw him
He was thirteen years old
He was thirteen years old
He was thirteen years old

His name was Charles
He said he was in love with me
We were both fourteen
Then I had to move away
Then he began to smoke crack
Then he had to sell ass
I don't know where he is
I don't know where they are

Everything from "Jar of Flies"

Except the last track. Don't know what the fuck they were thinking there.

How can you see into my eyes like open doors?
Leading you down, into my core
Where I've become so numb, without a soul
My spirit's sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find it there, and lead it, back, home
Wake me up inside
Wake me up inside
Call my name and save me from the dark
Bid my blood to run
Before I come undone
Save me from the nothing I've become
Now that I know what I'm without
You can't just leave me
Breathe into me and make me real
Bring me to life
Wake me up inside
Wake me up inside
Call my name and save me from the dark
Bid my blood to run
Before I come undone
Save me from the nothing I've become
Bring me to life
Bring me to life
Frozen inside, without your touch
Without your love, darling
Only you are my life
Among the dead
I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems
Got to open my eyes to everything
Don't let me die here
Bring, me, to, life
Wake me up inside
Wake me up inside
Call my name and save me from the dark
Bid my blood to run
Before I come undone
Save me from the nothing I've become
Bring me to life
Bring me to life
Bring me to life

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Truly stressing realization
I wish I was an astronaut

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Fuck you that one has meaning read the lyrics

>I HAVENT LOOKED AT THE SUN FOR SO LONG IVE FORGOTTEN HOW MUCH IT HURTS TO

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>every time i cry_ about your transience_ i replace you with the thought of
>the growing moon as i climb towards it_ tell myself "it's not too late"
>and rest assured that i wont ever_ have to_ care_ about anyone
>because its too late_ and with you it_ it gets harder to realize_ it gets harder
>do ever think about...you promised
>i want to die when youre not here because im convinced that everyone else_ thinks im a dick
>my ideals fog up my windshield and i crash into the houses they_ depict in their_ soooooooongs

God I love this song and the album it comes off of, too bad she's a schizo cunt.

Katatonia is underrated as fuck in this regard.

>I was thinking this was something permanent
>You were already thinking of going away

>I'd like to try and live my life again
>I'd like to see where I was going wrong

>A brand new day, it can't get worse
>Hear myself say, it can't get worse

>I sold my soul across the borderline
>I found something I'd never adjust to

>So when did you come to think
>That you would tell me that I have no one
>And when did you think that you
>Would give back the things that you owe me?

>Born unwise, seeking trust in a broken creed
>Crushed by the gray, I'm waiting for color

ITT: whiny faggots and incel losers

have sex
i know you havent

I seem to tumble in the wind
I wait for it to begin
When I look at you, I ain't too proud to say
I once loved a girl this way
I bring trouble on my lonesome self
I see danger in each offered help
Times are hard, the money just won't come through
I would be alone if not for you

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youtu.be/xoI0CxuPcXM
ONE DAY
I AM GONNA GROW WINGS
A CHEMICAL REACTION
HYSTERICAL AND USELESS

Tell me what you want, tell me what you want, daddy
Little bit of sugar, little bit of Brooke Candy

Did you enjoy pink ballerina dress?
Did you notice your father had such fetish?
He financed you to best schools.
He was strict at home, keeping your body in thin sexy form.
He was the one who wanted to put the shoes on your tender feet. Wrap them tightly.
Accidentally touching your thin legs.
He forced you to struggle in border of anorexia.

Did you look in the mirror, seeing the ugly fat girls reflection?
Did you refuse to eat so you would look better? Was it like that?
Not for your father.
Your father looked you in every possible practice and show, yet he saw nothing but the thinnest and smallest little darling, he wished to hold close and penetrate.
Something so beautiful he had created, but so willing to taint and force under his power.

You and your friends, stretching in those tights.
Into positions what made your orifices so available, but hidden under surface of thin clothing.
He'd like nothing more but expose his cock, thicker than your arm, and penetrate every orifice of his beloved child.

Sometimes you could see stains in your ballerina shoes.
You couldn't yet understand what it was.
It was sometimes semen, from your father private fetish games. And sometimes cunt slime, when your father forced your mother to masturbate with those little shoes.
Watching her tightly closed eyes and facial expressions which made her look so guilty. So guilty, but even more weak.
Adjusting her life under power of man of the house.

Your father wanted you naked.
He wanted you to dance for him.
With slow movements, with calm music on the background.
While watching your movements, he would see the romantic visions, of you gagging on semen, holding little tummy with both hands, messy tear blurred wet eyes watching pieces of torn tights.
Traces of shit and blood, red and bruised orifices.
You're so hungry, but fathers control doesn't allow bigger meal.
You're so scared, and can nothing else but play along.
This is the life you have.
Living doll.
Fathers own toy.

THERE'S SOMEONE IN YOUR HEAD WAITING TO FUCKING STRANGLE YOU

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thanks for showing me this song user

>All this time
>My head and heart were out of sync
>But I know that
>The ship is slowly sailing
>Out of sight
>I try to swim my way against the changing tide
>The coast is only fading

extremely based

As black as the night can get
Everything is safer now
There's always a way to forget
Once you learn to find a way how

In the blur of serenity
Where did everything get lost?
The flowers of naivete
Buried in a layer of frost

The smell of sunshine
I remember sometimes

Thought he had it all before they called his bluff
Found out that his skin just wasn't thick enough
Wanted to go back to how it was before
Thought he lost everything
Then he lost a whole lot more

A fool's devotion
Swallowed up in empty space
The tears of regret
Frozen to the side of his face

The smell of sunshine
I remember sometimes

I've done all I can do
Could I please come with you?
Sweet smell of sunshine
I remember sometimes

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Peering over parapet walls
Hoping that the only thing I'll
Ever end up seeing
Is you

>RED WINEEEE AND SLEEEPPING PILLSSS
>HELP ME GET BACK... TO YOUR ARMS

Whats this from google isnt working

thanks for posting user, ive been looking for music lately that i can relate to about my BDD, very good

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...prepared in innocence to meet our king of glory
And so we have this
You have it in your secret windows
And you're understanding to understand it and to bring it forth
It takes minute detail
It takes a holy life
It takes emotions
It takes dedication
It takes dedication
It takes a death
And only God can allow it
And you couldn't do it if you're not the seed of God
And so the path through the great corridors
These are corridors unto his perfection
That is which the prophet and the Urim and Thummim has penetrated
That through this great sea of blackness
That I penetrated through these corridors
And I went through that last segment
Where I went through these dark serpentines
I passed through that corridor
Where they sat, where they are
And when you penetrate to the most high God
You will believe you are mad
You will believe you've gone insane
But I tell you if you follow the secret window
And you die to the ego nature
You will penetrate this darkness
Oh yes there's many a man or woman
That's been put in the insane asylum
When this has happened to them
And they're sitting there today, people think they're insane
But they saw something that's real
And they see it when they're on drugs
The only thing is they see it
Not through the light of God, and the way I show you
I show you to see it through the light of God
And the understanding of God
Because when you see the face of God, you will die
And there will be nothing left of you
Except the God-man, the God-woman
The heavenly man, the heavenly woman
The heavenly child
There'll be prayer on your lips day and night
There'll be a song of jubilee waiting for your king
There will be nothing you will not be be looking for in this world
Except in for your god
This is all a dream
A dream in death

CAN I STILL GET INTO HEAVEN IF I KILL MYSELF
CAN I STILL GET INTO HEAVEN IF I KILL MYSELF

>And in the choir, I saw our sad messiah
>He was bored and tired of my laments
>He said 'I died for you one time, but never again.'

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Glad I could help. In case you care, the song is Reflection by Counterparts.

>sing me to sleep
>sing me to sleep
>I don't want to wake up on my own anymore
>don't try to wake me in the morning, 'cause I will be gone.

How to fight loneliness
Smile all the time
Shine your teeth to meaningless
And sharpen them with lies
And whatever is going down
Will you follow around
That's how you fight loneliness
You laugh at every joke
Drag your blanket blindly
Fill your heart with smoke
And the first thing that you want
Will be the last thing you'll ever need
That's how you fight it
Just smile all the time
Just smile all the time
Just smile all the time
Just smile all the time

>Counterparts

>Brand New

>La Dispute

This is a good thread

I never half step cause I'm not a half stepper
Drink a lot of soda so they call me Dr. Pepper

Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that would make it okay
There's always some reason
To feel not good enough
And it's hard, at the end of the day
I need some distraction
Oh, beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
And maybe empty
Oh, and weightless, and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
In the arms of the angel
Fly away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
So tired of the straight line
And everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting
Keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference
Escape one last time
It's easier to believe in this sweet madness
Oh, this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees
In the arms of the angel
Fly away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here

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Its Names by Cat Power

I see your nervous when you feel me ripping out your clothes

I'm fucking tired of all the perks
I've tried nothing, everything works
For less I'm worth, I've served my bid
All fuck life wasn't what it is
All fuck life was just a bridge
I seen some free landed some tricks
Far I see high time man quit
Won't let you know when I get goin'
Phone ring too long
Phone ring too long, I'm probably gone
Ringtone jingle my swan song
I'll show you how to leave well enough alone
I'm not this world this on cue world
I fall back, concoct new worlds
I fall out in throbbing swirls
I fall until I stop this world
I fall the fuck off this world
I live down the street from you've noticed me, I've never seen you
Wonder what the fuck I do
Listen up, you nosy bitch, listen close
My most recent purchase, old black rope
Gonna learn how to tie it, hang it in my chamber
Perfect reminder occult I'm made of
Come try it out whenever you wanna
Last night, three thirty in the morning, Death on my front porch
Can feel him itching to take me with him, hail Death, fuck you waiting for?
Like a question no one mention, he turns around, hands me his weapon
He slurs, "use at your discretion, it's been a pleasure, Stefan"
Head-on like dead, on like grey
Death in your way, not in my way, I got my way
I was in my way, crept out my way, kept out my way
I'm on one like bae you're on your way, way, way, way

if ur 15 lmao

"iF uR 15 LmAo."

>"iF uR 15 LmAo."

fuck hennesey, why even be if
nobody don't need you, even to self
nobody is see through
fuck an abyss
you fuckin eat you

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I've been tryin to make you love me
but everything i try just takes you further from me

>Eventually it came to a head
>Over something as stupid as making coffee
>You said it was a mistake to ever try and help me
>Then you went in the kitchen

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>All those people, all those lives. Where are they now? With loves and hates and passions just like mine. They were born, and then they lived, and then they died. Seems so unfair, I want to cry.

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>"MY GUMS ARE BLEEDING!!!!!"

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yeah i looked it up the rest of the song is good

How do your pistol and your Bible and your sleeping pills go?
Are you still jumping out of windows in expensive clothes?

IT WAS NEVERRRRRRRRR MEANT

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Hope dies, faith cries, when will the tears ever cease?
God, send your mercy, I'm longing some kind of release
Souls shake, hearts break, only the sorrow remains
Night calls, rain falls inside and outside my head
Well I'm losing ground and there's nothing to swallow but pain

Somebody save me, throw out a line
Life without love is destroying my mind . .

Well I'm heading into a slumber, there's no place on earth left to go
Yet now that my heartbeats are numbered, I don't know . .

Am I gonna see God, mommy?
Am I gonna die?
It really hurts mommy!
Am I gonna die?

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You vanish over the skies.
I am forsaken
beneath the ground I lie.
Was banished from this hurtful life.
I am forlorn,
all dreams have turned to strife.

Winter winds take flight,
circling over my grave.
A haunting voice amidst the trees,
rising up across the sea.

based

Old songs stay 'til the end.
Sad songs remind me of friends.
And the way it is, I could leave it all
And I ask myself, would you care at all.

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Death is real
Someone's there and then they're not
And it's not for singing about
It's not for making into art
When real death enters the house, all poetry is dumb
When I walk into the room where you were
And look into the emptiness instead
All fails
My knees fail
My brain fails
Words fail

actually the most soul-crushing start to an album, possibly ever. Especially given the context of the album.

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My soul was a burden, bruised and bleeding, it was tired of the man who cared it
But I found no place to set it to rest, neither the charm of the country side nor the sweet scents of the garden could soothe it
It found no peace in song or laughter, none in the company of friends at the table or in the pleasures of love, none even in books or poetry
Where could my heart find refugee from itself? Where could I go yet leave myself behind
Friends saint augustine said this in the 4th century and it’s just as true today as it ever was

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>When real death enters the house, all poetry is dumb

fucking pin point accurate line.

CARISSA WAS THIRTY FIVE

yeah. The whole album is honestly a bit too real for me, it's very, very accurate to my thought process when someone close to be dies. Which makes sense given that it's the mostly unadulterated musings of a man who just lost his beloved wife...

Bite off your fingernails, cut off your skin
Tell me that it didn't happen
Running through the dark woods, falling, couldn't see straight
I was only looking for a human to reciprocate
Baby it's a black hole, I need it to breathe
But does it really make you happy?
Kiss me with a big knife, bloody heart of paradise
Led him like a soldier, peace of mind, must be nice

NOW THAT I'VE REALIZED
HOW IT'S ALL GONE WRONG
GOTTA FIND SOME THERAPY
THIS TREATMENT TAKES TOO LONG

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ALL THAT YOU LEFT YOU LEFT FOR SOMEONE
ALL OF THIS HURT THATS WILTED OFF
ALL THIS RELIEF ITS THE ODDEST THING
OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOOOOD

is
youtube.com/watch?v=a-xUp3Or6mw

>HEY SPACE CADET
>YOU'RE GONNA NEED A LOT OF LOVE
>BUT NOT THE KIND YOU'RE THINKING OF

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That album has a ton of lyrics that really get to me

My mother is seventy-five
One day she won't be here to hear me cry
When the day comes for her to let go
I'll die off like a lemon tree in the snow
When the day comes for her to leave
I won't have the courage to sort through her things
With my sisters and all our memories
I cannot bear all the pain it will bring

Extremely based and underrated

i barely know my small family, i wish i had a big family loving enough that we were torn up by my cousin that i didnt even know

>god damn, how does this happen

I feel worn out
There’s no point drinking
When life slows right down
And holds you up above the water line
So sleep will never come
One last time then
Before I lose you
You don’t have to pretend
I know that love for you was just security
There’s no part of me in you

whats this from?

looked this up and now im fighting hard as fuck to hold back the tears, fuck you user

I never truly related to their songs until I had my own mental problems

best track

CAN I MEEEET YOU THEEEERE
GOD KNOWS THE PLACE
AND I’LL TOUCH YOUR HAND
KISS YOUR FACE

WE ONLY WANT TO BE LOVED
WE ONLY WANT TO BE LOVED
I ONLY WANT TO BE LOVED

AND I HURT AND I HURT
AND THE DAMAGE IS DONE
YOU GAVE ME SONGS TO SING
SHADOW AND SUN
EARTHBOUND
STARBLIND
TIIIIIIED TO SOMEONE

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I THINK I'LL LEAVE THIS PLACE NOW
GO TO SUMMER WHERE THE SUN WON'T GO DOWN
I'LL GLADLY LEAVE THIS PLACE NOW
WONDERFUL THE DAYS WOULD SEEM AWAY FROM HERE

fuck man. this whole song

Shed no tears for the martyr dying
Only in pain suffering and death
Can the martyr become what he's chosen to be
No tears wasted
No sorrow no pity
No, no crying, no loss
Shed no tears for the cop bleeding
He once held the gun. He once held the key
Now his prisoners will sing and dance and play
No tears wasted
No sorrow no pity
No, no crying, no loss
Shed no tears for the nun beaten
By the children she once called her flock
How they hate their teachers. Who force darkness upon us
No tears wasted
No sorrow no pity
No, no crying, no loss
Shed no tears for the suicide
He has made his choice, the pain of life is great
And some will find it sweet to rot beneath the earth
As we rot and live and breathe
No tears wasted
No sorrow no pity
No, no crying, no loss

Well, I wanna be with you
And I wanna hear your heart keeping time with mine

And I wanna hold you
And I wanna smell your body blending into mine

But when I reached out for you
You could not be found
When I needed you to comfort me
You said you were too busy
You were already holding
A needle in your arm, there's a needle in your arm
It left you breathless
Its fluids rushing to your heart, oh!

To use is no vice
Look at my life
And I could never try to judge you
But I hate to play the fool
But when one pleasure
Excludes, dilutes, and pollutes all the others
I don't find that any fun
No, not any longer

When I needed you to hold me
You could not be found
When I needed you to comfort me
You said you were too busy

You were already holding
A needle in your arm
And the needle in your arm it left you breathless
Its fluids rushing to your heart, lover

Black beauties, white cross
White tops, dexedrine
Methedrine, amphetamine
Ritalin, Preludin
Morphine, coke, snow, blow, chron
Codeine, morphine, H, heroin
Percodan, Dilaudid
Dope
PCP, LSD, DMT, STP, LSD
everything you got

Vic Mensa - There's a lot going on

WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
WHY DON'T YOU LIKE
MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Apologies to future mes and yous
But I can't help feeling like we're through
The ripping of the tape hurts my ears
In my years, I have never seen anyone quit quite like you do

Twin bruises on my shins
From where I kicked the back of the seat in
They meant what I went through for you
But now they're fading, now they're gone

These teenage hands will never touch yours again
But I remember you
You had a body
You had hands and arms and legs and et cetera

Took only three replies, but yes, this song, every time.

>I know it's over
>And it never really began
>But in my heart it was so real

I fell in love with a girl who turned out to have had a boyfriend all along. I listened to this song and when I heard these lyrics I started shedding tears.

>A week after you died a package with your name on it came
>And inside was a gift for our daughter you had ordered in secret
>And collapsed there on the front steps I wailed

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This whole album.

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>I don't think that I like you anymore
Well I found new feelings at the feeling store
And I can't find you at our kissing place
And I'm scared of those new pair of eyes you have

There is no
Place that I will find rest
You can keep your setting suns
I need the night and the shadow to come
Hold your hope and pity in hand
This time alone I'll stand
Hang my head for a final time
Gasp the air I say goodbye
To the bottom, I keep no friends
As I get lower to my end

you're not my friend
I never want to see you again

Everyday I feel the same
Stuck, and I can never change
Sucked into a black balloon
Spat into an empty room

Was it really worth it?
Did I really deserve it?
It happens when you're hurting
And cut me at the surface of my heart
Of my heart-heart-heart

[...]
I haven't lived life, I haven't lived love
Just bird's eye view from the sky above
I'm dead, dead, dead, dead
I'm living dead, dead, dead, dead
Dead

Got bubble wrap around my heart
Waiting for my life to start
But every day it never comes
Permanently at square one

When it's late at night
I'm so dissatisfied
The weight of an empty life
[...]

[...]
I lay back in a glittering mist
And I, I think of all the men, I
I could have kissed
I haven't lived my life, I
Haven't lived love, it's just
A bird's eye view from
From up above
[...]

I remember the fist time hearing this as a 21 y.o virgin and thinking each line was written about my specific situation.
t. homo who took way too long to come out and start dating

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SITTING ALONE AND I FEEL A PANG
BEEN 30 YEARS SINCE I TOUCHED A FEMALE
I TOLD MYSELF I WOULDNT USE MY HAND
ILL BE MY LOVER TONIGHT

WHOA-OH WHOA-OH
MY GONADS ARE FULL OF STEW
WHOA-OH WHOA-OH
(LET'S WASTE SOME SPERM)
WHOA-OH WHOA-OH
GIVE IN TO THE MINDGEEK JEWS
WHOA-OH WHOA-OH

COOM COOM COOM COOM
IM GONNA FUCKING COOM
GOT PORN LINKS ON MY DESKTOP
NO SHOES BECAUSE CEMENT SOCKS
COOM COOM COOM COOM
I WANNA FUCKING COOM
ITS BEEN 2 DAYS OF NOFAP
I NEED TO FUCKING COOM

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Let that be a lesson. When you're interested in a girl you make that clear, and also ask her out on a date asap.

Lost alone here in the dark
Looking for answers I will never find, I'll never find
God knew all along that he would take you
And the demons were set loose to claim their prize, I am the prize
Everywhere I turn I can't escape you
Did everything I could to hide
For every good thing I've done there's a price to pay
And that price has left me horrified, God I tried
Now I'm the one who never chose this
Now I'm the one who walked a narrow line
I would do anything to bring you back to me
If only God would let me turn back time
I've failed
I've failed
I've failed

Drink up, baby, stay up all night
With the things you could do, you won't but you might
The potential you'll be, that you'll never see
The promises you'll only make

THIS

Hey Charley, for chrissakes
Do you want to know the truth of it?
I don't have a husband
He don't play the trombone
I need to borrow money
To pay this lawyer
And Charley, hey
I'll be eligible for parole
Come Valentine's Day

>bars so bukowski, soda popinski

Caressing the marble and stone,
Love that was special for one,
The waste in the fever I heat,
How I wish you were here with me now.

Body that curls in and dies,
And shares that awful daylight,
Warm like a dog round your feet,
How I wish you were here with me now.

The hangman looks round as he waits,
Cord stretches tight then it breaks,
Someday we will die in your dreams,
How I wish we were here with you now.

I'm a sick fuck i like a quick fuck

It's so lonely in this place
So cold, I don't believe

And as no-one knows my name
It's easy to pretend
It's easy to believe

There's a shadow on my wall
It dances like my soul
Dances like my soul

It's so cold now
I swear it will be warm
Here she come now

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>I fell in love with a girl who turned out to have had a boyfriend all along.

Lol what? How long does it take you to fall in love compared with how long it takes you to find out if someone has a boyfriend? Hint: the answer should be months and seconds.

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FIIIIVE YEEAAAAAAAARS
THATS ALL WE GOT

But who needs to live forever
who needs the extra miles
we won't need bees or seed banks
in the Arctic for a while
We play the game to start again
not to better life for all
it's the appropriate opiate
when a better way's impossible
Some honesty now wouldn't go astray
if not, then what's the use?
we're animals, we can't help doing
what all animals do
So goodbye my friend, i'm hitting send
forgive me talking straight
I'm only trying to make the world
a much less painful place

there is no self to kill
a city of gardens

I'm going to kill my self
to kill my self
to kill my self
I'm going to kill my self
so there won't be nothing left

I'm going to remove myself
remove myself
remove myself
I'm going to remove myself
so there won't be nothing left

Because you are everyone you hate
when you're asleep or awake
all the choices you've made

you are everyone you hate
and it is ruining your life

Try not to picture your bear trapped in a razor-wire cage made from his thoughts and from his dreams and the nightmares in between. And never think about the lies you pushed into his head, and never think about the nights he wishes he were dead. And never wonder even once if maybe you’re to blame (no you are not to blame), and never worry. Never worry. Never worry. Never worry.

She kept it from me, and I only found out when I went on her Instagram one day and saw she'd gone on vacation with him.

And then one day you find
Ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run
You missed the starting gun

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Good times for a change
See, the luck I've had can make a good man turn bad
So please, please, please
Let me, let me, let me
Let me get what I want this time

Haven't had a dream in a long time
See, the life I've had can make a good man bad
So for once in my life let me get what I want
Lord knows, it would be the first time
Lord knows, it would be the first time

When routine bites hard
And ambitions are low
And resentment rides high
But emotions won't grow
And we're changing our ways
Taking different roads
Love, love will tear us apart again
Love, love will tear us apart again
Why is the bedroom so cold?
Turned away on your side
Is my timing that flawed?
Our respect run so dry?
Yet there's still this appeal
That we've kept through our lives
But love, love will tear us apart again
Love, love will tear us apart again
Do you cry out in your sleep?
All my failings exposed
Gets a taste in my mouth
As desperation takes hold
And it's something so good
Just can't function no more?
Love, love will tear us apart again
Love, love will tear us apart again
Love, love will tear us apart again
Love, love will tear up apart again

youtube.com/watch?v=eXtxWmEbBwM
Born to die slow
>Like his father

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I always have a laugh imagining Morrissey meeting Ian Curtis or watching a Joy Division show at the time and thinking "what a fucking pleb" and getting pissed about them being more famous lol

Lay your head where my heart used to be
Hold the earth above me
Lay down on the green grass
Remember when you loved me…

That whole album is a soul crushing

>but nobody cheered
>they just stood and stared
>then turned all their faces away
10/10 song

>everything dies baby that’s a fact
>but maybe everything that’s died will some day come back

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>Sometimes you get so alone, without a friend
>It’s hard to know who you are... and to pretend

If you could do it all again
This time with style

check'd
>I'M ALIVE, AND I CAN SEE
>THE WATER IS FOUL, AND IT'S HARD TO BREATHE
>THERE'S LEAD IN THE WATER, THERE'S LEAD IN THE WATER
>THERE'S LEAD IN THE WATER, AND YOU THINK THAT I'M FINE
>I'M STAINED BY THE WATER, AND ONLY THE WATER
>I'M DRAINED BY THE WATER, ARE YOU LOSING YOUR MIND?
>DEAD IN THE WATER, DEAD IN THE WATER

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Cursed thread

based and anzacpilled

>Hello?
>Hello darlin, how you feelin, it's Akshen
>Fine how are you?
>Aww just maxin
>Been thinkin of you
>Yeah? Well let's get together
>Okay
>Let me take me a shit, and I'mma meet you at 11
>Aiyyo bring a friend, I got a buddy with me
>Ain't got no friend (What?) just come and get me
>I guess you know whassup
>Yeah I know whassup
>I ain't down for a love affair, I just wanna fuck
>Please come get me
>Yo don't bullshit me
>She thinks I want a long one but I just want a quickie
youtube.com/watch?v=3ZiX-zshL-o
It has many touching lines like
>Had me sayin shit, I grabbed her by the sweater
>She wants to lick my booty, I guess I betta let her
>Once I came I didn't want the bitch to kiss me
Really crushes.

This is strange, it's like somebody took my dad's life story and turned it into a meme. I'm not even criticising
>Can't play an instrument
>Hates vegetables
>Listens to Beach Boys to fall asleep
>Quotes Beach Boys' lyrics in everyday conversation
>Thinks Pet Sounds is the greatest album ever made
>Goes on 15 minutes rants about how Brian Wilson will die before he does and claims he will end his own life on that day too
>Literally had Beach Boys - Forever played at his wedding
>Brian Wilson - Smile merchandise and memorabilia everywhere around the house

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He was a boy
She was a girl
Can I make it any more obvious?

this is proof you're 15

>ALL THE NIGHTS I DON'T DIE FOR YOU
>WOULDN'T BELIEVE HOW MANY NIGHTS I AIN'T >DIED FOR YOU
>ON GP
>NOT THAT I CARE, I'D BE A LIAR
>IF I SAT HERE CLAIMING I'D EXIT IN A MINUTE
>BUT I CAN'T SAY I WOULDN'T, I HAVE MY LIMITS

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>MY HEART
>IS AAAA TOOOOOOMMMMMB

didn't he take those lyrics from a movie

i forgot about this one

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>A heart that's full up like a landfill

>A job that slowly kills you

>Bruises that won't heal

[Verse 1]
I would rather not go
Back to the old house
I would rather not go
Back to the old house
There's too many bad memories
Too many memories there

[Verse 2]
When you cycled by
Here began all my dreams
The saddest thing I've ever seen
And you never knew
How much I really liked you
Because I never even told you
Oh, and I meant to
Are you still there or have you moved away ?
Or have you moved away?

[Verse 3]
I would love to go
Back to the old house
But I never will
I never will
I never will
I never will

sounds like a lad

I can see an old man cry,
it's his time to die
And life no longer gives him any breaks
He hasn't got a home,
no one to call his own
Still he tells no one that it is more than he can take

When the time is so unkind,
an empty future plays in your mind
When the darkness cries out to you,
can you escape it?
What can you do?

>My sister Dee-Dee was born mentally retarded,
>She was a beautiful woman at 26, but now she's dearly departed
>This May Tenth she suffered from a heart attack,
>The depletion of oxygen in the head left her in a coma brain-dead
>Her internal organs was failing, her body no longer releasing excretions
>My parents wouldn't pull the plug cause she was still breathing

Based coomer

I'm so glad I have you to think of
To channel all my loving energy into

Even though my feelings aren't returned
And in time I won't think about you this way
That still doesn't stop me if just for now
Wishing we were each other's baby, baby

I feel these emotions for you still I know
There's no way that you're the person, I imagine you to be

Even though my feelings aren't returned
And in time I won't think about you this way
That still doesn't stop me if just for now
Wishing we were each other's baby, baby

I don't know if it was chance or if this happened by fate
I don't expect you to feel the same but if you did, well that would be great

Minutes can make memories that last a life time
I distort my minutes of beauty into something that they're not

These things don't stop me if just for now
Wishing we were each other's baby, baby

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I love this album but I can't listen to it very often

>you lived a tough life, now get some rest, daddy

>I just dont think
>I'll ever
>Get over you
youtube.com/watch?v=3Pvi4uKuawk

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>There are times when all the world's asleep
>The questions run too deep
>For such a simple man
>Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned
>I know it sounds absurd
>Please tell me who I am

I was gonna post this, I love you

based album

cool to know that someone else out there likes this song

This album is so full of genuinely crushing shit. It's kinda hard to get through it

man..

love Colin

Frank Sinatra - Only the Lonely (full album)

I've had recurring nightmares
That I was loved for who I am
And missed the opportunity
To be a better man

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>goodbye Max
>goodbye ma
>after the service, when you're walking slowly to the car
>and the silver in her hair shines in the cold November air
>you hear the tolling bell, and touch the silk in your lapel
>and as the teardrops rise to meet the comfort of the band
>you take her frail hand
>and hold on to the dream

I'd listen to the words he'd say
But in his voice I heard decay
The plastic face forced to portray
All the insides left cold and gray
There is a place that still remains
It eats the fear it eats the pain
The sweetest price he'll have to pay
The day the whole world went away

ITT: serotonin deficiency

>Why're man great till they gotta be great?
>I just took a DNA test turns out i'm a hundred percent that bitch.

Lizzo is fucking based

AAAAND GODS NAME IS SMACK FOR SOME

Of course you have never been to blame
For the various horrible things that you did.
You may have gotten away with them too,
if not for those meddling kids.
The lump in your throat, the ache in your bones -
They are nobody's fault but your own.
And whatever amount you paid
For your many distractions, well it was too much.
Oh, and at the end of the day
To whatever extent that you hate yourself, it isn't enough.

He rolled up, asked him what he was sippin' on
He said lean, You want to hit it, dawg?
That's the same stuff Weezy's sippin' huh?
And tons of other rappers that be spittin' hard,
Yup yup five a bone
When he passed him that Styrofoam the Easter pink, heard it in a rhyme before
Finally got to see what all the hype was on
And then he took a sip, sittin' in the Lincoln thinkin' he was pimpin' as he listen
to the system
Little did he know that it was just as addictive as bass
Not the kind of hit from the kick drum
Hot box, let the bass bump
Take it to the face, gulp
Months later the use went up
Every blunt was accompanied by the pink stuff
But Goddamn he loved that feelin'
Purple rain coated in the throat
Just so healin'
Medicine alleviate the sickness
Liquid affix and it comes with a cost
Wake up, cold sweat, scratchin', itchin'
Trying to escape the skin that barely fit him
Gone, get another bottle just to get a couple swallows
Headed towards the bottom couldn't get off it
Didn't even think he had a problem
Though he couldn't sleep without gettin' nauseous
Room spinnin',
thinkin' he might've sipped just a little bit too much of that cough syrup
His eyelids closed shut
Sat back in the chair clutchin' that cup
Girlfriend came and a couple hours later said his name shim but he never got up
He never got up, he never got up
We live on the cusp of death thinkin' that it won't be us
It won't be us, it won't be us, it won't be us
Nah, it won't be us

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A broad incision sits across the evening
The victim to our fathers lost war
The restless children sit and mourn the graves
Of those they've never seen before
Will they be buried here among the dead?
In the silent secret

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In the kitchen
With a screaming triple amputee...
Its completion depends solely
On my needs...
Said amputee's stumps
Are my way of saying... "Thank you
Just for being you."
Its fear tastes better than its limbs.

Terror of morality
I draw from the slowly dying damned
Monsters live behind my eyes;
I let them out and people die.
And all the grave worms
That come for their piece of meat?
I give them dead things..
The wretched living are mine alone

Fright mounts with the body count
To which anthropomancy predicts a decline
In all of God's creation,
Can there be a lifestyle that's better than this?

I mark my territory
With their blood and excritement
And adipocere...
I can find my way in the dark;
My fulfilment is habitually necromanic
And anal abusive..
Seen through the eyes of a mortician

They've "caught" me, as they call it;
My teeth and my semen have betrayed me..
Nevermore!
Tests to gauge my rationale,
The likes of which these feeble minds have
Never seen.

Rorschach blotters,
My responses to which inspire fear...
From my lizard side,
The amoral alien speaks;
"These aren't butterflies,
I see a face I'd like to burn."

Obfuscation
Of the authorities with lies,
And my natural
Ability to charm and be me,
Or whoever they want;
I've known all minds by divine right.

No, your response is just proof that you can't handle dank memes.

I still see your shadows in my room
Can't take back the love that I gave you
It's to the point where I love and I hate you
And I cannot change you so I must replace you (oh)
Easier said than done
I thought you were the one
Listening to my heart instead of my head
You found another one, but
I am the better one
I won't let you forget me

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t. 12 years old

Day is just a word I use
To keep the dark at bay
And people are imaginary, nothing else exists
Except the room I'm sitting in
And, of course, the all-pervading mist -
Sometimes I wonder if even that's real

Maybe I should de-louse this place
Maybe I should de-place this louse
Maybe I'll maybe my life away
In the confines of this silent house

This is just self-induced terror
There's more to come
This is just a glimpse
I tell myself its all in my head
But I'm pretty hard to convince

Based

WHEN THEY FOUND YOUR BODY
GIANT X’S ON YOUR EYES
WITH YOUR HALF OF THE RANSOM YOU BOUGHT SOME SWEET, SWEET, SWEET, SWEET SUNFLOWERS AND GAVE THEM TO THE NIGHT

Your motherly hands used to usher Sunday mornings
Played the tambourine so well
Reminiscing on my granddaddy, shed tears as you looked at his pictures on the shelf
Phone ringing everyday, friends gone away
Wishing you could go, but you had to stay
I sit and cried with you
Soon the villains of the past aware, one day that you pack your bags
Turn to me and ask don't fret when I leave
This earthly body of mine done did all of its deeds
Crawled till it walked and held all it could breathe
Carry on what I taught you was given thru he
To you from me, in times like this believe
I got a call like you used to get just the other day, they told me you'd gone home to stay

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song?

not him but it's dinosaur jr - don't

the deeper underwater
the more I long for you
:(

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But don't fool yerself girl
It's lookin' at you
Don't fool yerself girl
It's winkin' at you
Don't fool yerself girl
It's blinkin' at you
That's why I say
I'm gonna ram it, ram it, ram it
Ram it up yer poop chute

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already a classic
checked
>But I woke up this morning
>With a piece of past caught in my throat
>And then I choked

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>200 / 57 / 144 / 3[
sounds like a real character. update us when Brian Wilson dies please

Tell me when you think that we became so unhappy
Wearing silver rings with nobody clapping
When we moved here together we were so disappointed
Sleeping out of tune with our dreams disjointed
It killed me to see you getting always rejected
But I didn't mind the things you threw, the phones I deflected
I didn't mind you blaming me for your mistakes
I just held you in the door-frame through all of the earthquakes
But you packed up your clothes in that bag every night
I would try to grab your ankles, what a pitiful sight
But after over a year, I stopped trying to stop you from stomping out that door
Coming back like you always do

cringe zoomer

>When we moved here together we were so disappointed
>Sleeping out of tune with our dreams disjointed
>It killed me to see you getting always rejected
>But I didn't mind the things you threw, the phones I deflected

the rhyming dictionary is strong with this one

I'll break them down, no mercy shown,
Heaven knows, it's got to be this time,
Watching her, these things she said,
The times she cried,
Too frail to wake this time.

I'll break them down, no mercy shown
Heaven knows, it's got to be this time,
Avenues all lined with trees,
Picture me and then you start watching,
Watching forever, forever,
Watching love grow, forever,
Letting me know, forever.

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A groan of tedium escapes me,
Startling the fearful.
Is this a test? It has to be,
Otherwise I can't go on.
Draining patience, drain vitality.
This paranoid, paralyzed vampire act's a little old.

But I'm still right here
Giving blood, keeping faith,
And I'm still right here.

how does this board feel about daniel johnston

When I'm down, really down
Nothing matters, nothing does
I close my eyes to go to sleep
But I can't sleep, I can't sleep

You can listen to these songs
Have a good time and walk away
But for me it's not that easy
I have to live these songs forever
Please hear my cry for help, and save me from myself

>You men eat your dinner
Eat your pork and beans
I eat more chicken
Than any man ever seen, yeah, yeah

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Yohohoho, Yohohoho

Based fucking retarted loser who doesn't deserve to live.

>i'd rather leave this world forever baby
>than let life go the way it's going

Reminder that if you care about lyrics, or even so much as pay attention to lyrics, you are officially pleb.

Lyric-oriented rap is the only music with lyrics that I listen to. I'm le jazz-and-classical man, with that one exception (obviously vocal jazz and opera exist, but I listen to them less than the purely instrumental stuff, and both of them tend to use the human voice as more of an instrument than as a vehicle for linguistic expression). When both the words and the music are given prominent spots in a piece, each suffers for the sake of the other, stripping both sides of the freedom to be interesting. Good music either has no words, allowing the instruments to do whatever the fuck they want without having to worry about distracting from the words, or the instrumentals are extremely simple to give the lyrics the same degree of liberty.

Based, Thom's lyrics are soul-destroying when you can understand what he's saying.

The real truth about it is
no one gets it right
The real truth about it is
we're all supposed to try
There ain't no end to the sands
I've been trying to cross
The real truth about it is my kind of life's no better off
If I've got the maps or if I'm lost
The real truth about it is there ain't no end to the desert I'll cross
I've really known that all along

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This song and the music video specifically...

youtu.be/ghTYSXQnqbg

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bruuuuuce

that whole third verse of the river

I got a job working construction for the Johnstown company,
But lately there ain't been much work on account of the economy,
Now all them things that seemed so important,
Well, mister they vanished right into the air.
I just act like I don't remember,
Mary acts like she don't care
but I remember us riding in her brother's car,
her body tan and wet down at the reservoir.
At night on those banks I'd lie awake
and pull her close just to feel each breath she'd take.
Now those memories come back to haunt me.
They haunt me like a curse.
Is a dream a lie if it don't come true?
Or is it something worse
that sends me down to the river
though I know the river is dry?

You're a slave to the money then you die.

It's alright

I didn't touch you there
Mama said she didn't care
I didn't touch you there
That's why mama stopped and stared

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>I will be gone
>But not forever

Also
>We are proof that the heart is a risky fuel to burn

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youtube.com/watch?v=U2jalPg53eg
I have empathy problems but this is the one song that ever actually brought a tear to my eye. It's less so the exact story as much as it is that it happens everyday somewhere out there, and if I don't play my cards right in life it'll happen to me too someday.

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You can't love me when you tell me you love him too, no don't compare it's just not cool.

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When you lift your head up to the sky, take a deeper breath and give it time, you can walk the path from all the lines. Always know that you'll be safe, I'll be here through out your days.. come find me and we will play~

Love ya Tristam and Braken
;c

Daddy's lyrics isn't the most soul-crushing, at least for me. It's a big deal for JDevil though.

Rip

One day my father—he told me,
"Son, don't let it slip away"
He took me in his arms, I heard him say,
"When you get older
Your wild life will live for younger days
Think of me if ever you're afraid."
He said, "One day you'll leave this world behind
So live a life you will remember."
My father told me when I was just a child
These are the nights that never die
My father told me

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I was never young.
Nothing has transpired.
But when I look in the mirror, I feel dead.
I feel cold.
I am blind.
I am blind.
I am blind.
I am blind.

Andy Shauf - The Party
This album always makes me feel alone, the cheery beats offset by the lyrics

>Tristam and Braken
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As the hours pass
I will let you know
That I need to ask
Before I'm alone
How it feels to rest
On your patient lips
To eternal bliss
I'm so glad to know

Agreed, it's hard and heavy, especially in delivery.

And if I wake from Dreams
Shall I fall in Pastures
Will I Wake the Darkness
Shall we Torch the Earth?
And if I wake from Dreams
Shall we find the Emptiness
And break the Silence
That will stop our Hearts?
And if I wake from Dreams
Shall we cry Together
For their Howling echoes
And restart the Night?

youtube.com/watch?v=F_S8bPXK8ao

He turns around, hands me his weapon
He slurs, "Use at your own discretion, it's been a pleasure, Stefan"

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start running/jogging. helped me but i stopped and went into alcoholism, just gotta stick with it

Leave me alone
For you know this isn't the first time
In fact this is twice in a row
That the angels have slipped through our landslide
And filled up our garden with snow
And I don't wish to taste of your insides
Or to call out your name through my phone
For the glory boys at your bedside
Will love you as long as you're something to own
Will love you as long as you're something to own

mmf
SO HERE'S TO YOU MRS ROBINSON

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Believe me, from a grown ass fucking man, living through a relationship like this was hell and scarring for life. it will forever haunt you. in your sleep, to your daily life, to every girl you meet youll see her in others men and women both and it will shake you to your fucking core. its sad, and this is a good song but i couldnt shed a tear. every man will deal with this kind've relationship someday and it never ends pretty

youtube.com/watch?v=Rh9RIqtNlIM
this and the music video. speaks to me dearly
Gloria, I smell it on your breath
Gloria, booze and peppermint
Gloria, no one said enough is enough
Gloria, they found you on the floor
Gloria, my hand was tied to yours
And, Gloria, did you finally see that enough is enough?

[Chorus]
Did you know me when I was younger then?
I could take the whole world with me
I would find myself feelin' alone
Heaven, help me now, Heaven, show the way
Get me back on my own two feet
I would lie awake and pray you don't lie awake for me
Gloria, you crawled up on your cross
Gloria, you made us sit and watch
Gloria, no one said enough is enough

[Chorus]
Heaven, help me now (Heaven, help)
Heaven, show the way (Heaven, show)
Get me back on my own two feet
I would lie awake and pray you don't lie awake for me
Every night awake (Every night)
Every day alone (Every day)
Get me back on my own two feet
I would lie awake and pray you don't lie awake for me

[Post-Chorus]
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

[Outro]
Gloria, will you just decide?
Gloria, there's easier ways to die
Gloria, have you had enough?

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The solar panel's shining face
Is smiling back on me
Twisting off into the sun
It's okay to be lonely

All my missions float away
I never trained too hard
I'm so caught up in the tree of stars
Falling in my backyard

She'll always be what i can't find
She'll always be where i break down
She'll always hide behind a star
I'll always dream she can't be far

I've got no Houston to whine down to
I've got no protocol
Gravity's so far away
Wrapped on that shrinking ball

I eclipsed my memories
Sleeping inside this pod
Patient time will carry me
On her back without a sigh

And i won't let her down
My soul is celestial-bound
And if i'm never found
She'll always be

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Well, I don't like talkin' to myself
But someone's gotta say it, hell
I mean, things have not been going well
This time I think I finally fucked myself
You see, the life I live is sickening
I spent a decade playing chicken with oblivion
Day to day, I'm neck and neck with giving in
I'm the same old wreck I've always been
And when I see her in the park
It barely merits a remark
How we stand the standard distance
Distant strangers stand apart

She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she's out back counting stars.
She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she's out back counting stars.
She's not at work, she's not at school,
She's not in bed, I think I finally broke her.
I bring her home everything I want, and nothing that she needs.
I thought she'd be there holding daisies, she always waits for me.
She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she's out back counting stars.
I found her out back sitting naked looking up and looking dead.
A crumpled yellow piece of paper, with seven nines and tens.
I thought she'd be there holding daisies, she always waits for me.
She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she's out back counting stars.
I thought you'd be there holding daisies, you always wait for me.
She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she's out back counting stars.

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brings back memories of highschool. good on ya