| Monday, March 26, 2007 |
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"only the pathological can sweep you off your feet before you find out the ugly truth. only those with a facade for a heart will discover no precious tears were wasted on them."
h.l.o. |
posted by cameron75 @ 10:45 PM  |
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| Wednesday, March 14, 2007 |
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you win a prize for that
for telling lies like that
so well that I believed it
I never felt cheated
you were the chosen one
the pure eyes of Noah's dove
choir boys and angels
stole your lips and your halo
In your reckless mind
you act as if you've got more lives
In your reckless eyes,
you only have time
and your love of danger
to it you're no stranger
In that August breeze
of those forgotten trees
your time was set for leaving,
come a colder season
In your reckless mind
you act as if you got more lives
in your reckless eyes
it's never too late for a chance
to seize some
final breath of freedom
very,
so very wise
don't reveal it
I'm tired, tired of knowing
where it is you're going
In your reckless mind,
you act as if you've got more lives
In your reckless eyes,
you only have time
and your love of danger
to it you're no stranger.
In your reckless mind,
you act as if you've got more lives
In your reckless eyes,
it's never too late for a chance to seize some
final breath of freedom
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| posted by cameron75 @ 10:57 PM |
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| Monday, March 12, 2007 |
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i will never understand the concept of throwing something (possibly) meaningful away for nothing but a cheap thrill (and i do mean cheap). but just in case, as "preventative maintenance," i played it smart.
on to the next.
(and we'll dance) |
| posted by cameron75 @ 2:46 PM |
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