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RadioCatastrophe
posted a quote
January 30, 2013 2:51pm UTC

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I tear my heart open
I sew myself shut
My weakness is
That I care too much
And my scars remind me
That the past is real
I tear my heart open
Just to feel

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RadioCatastrophe
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February 7, 2013 8:29am UTC

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I bleed my heard out on this papter
For you
So you can see what I can't say
I'm dying here
Cause I can't say what I want to
I bleed my heard out
Just for you.

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RadioCatastrophe
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February 11, 2013 10:04pm UTC

So I lost a bet to my friend Nona and the deal was that I put one of my songs up on Witty...soo yeah this is awkward...fave if you like it I guess. Move on if you don't. It's not really my problem either way.
Suicide of a Fallen Angel
Black hair, blue eyes
That no one ever could despise
That angel's wings spread so wide
Black bruises, blue tears
Struggling for so many years
The angle finally learned to fear
Black knife, blue rain
He tries to cut away the pain
But his efforts are all in vain
Black night, blue moon
He knows his time is coming soon
And he, himself will be his doom
Black hair, blue eyes
Foggy with a thousand lies
That fallen angel says goodbye

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RadioCatastrophe
posted a quote
February 14, 2013 3:47pm UTC

Thanks to all of the possative comments I got on the last song I posted...I decided to post another one...it's a bit more personal but whatever. You people don't know me. Maybe you can relate.
Autumn Leaves
Autumn leaves floating
Past a fading sun
A woman crying
Over her dying son
A father working
To pay the rising bills
His daughter's pain
Reduced by smoke and pills
A son so strong
In his fight to stay alive
As his family struggles
He tells them not to cry
But what's fair to ask of them?
How much should they give?
When he knows that there's not much time
That he has got to live
A cancer sucking away
His last breaths of life
A family breaking
Under the weight and strife
The pain is so clear
For everyone to see
The boy cannot take it
He wants them to be free
He wonders
What's fair to ask of them?
How much should they give?
When he knows that there's not much time
That he has got to live
His best friend knows a guy
To get him the right pills
As he holds them in his hand
The boy is filled with chills
He takes one last gulp of air
And finally he is free
Of all the pain and suffering
And watching his family need
Autumn leaves burning
In a bleeding sun
A woman crying
Over her buried son

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anotherrandomguy
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February 11, 2013 8:07pm UTC

The perfect girlfriend:
She's not the supermodel type with the long legs, blond hair and blue eyes. She's even BETTER.
She doesn't feel like she has to be loud to be in the center of attention.
She treats your friends as one of her own.
She doesn't pretend to be someone she's not.
Instead of speaking in code, she just tells me what she feels.
She doesn't flirt with other guys in an attempt to make me jealous.
She knows I am jealous when other guys just look at her.
She accepts who she is, and doesn't constant worry about who she "should be".
She doesn't constantly talk about her celebrity crushes wih me. (I can handle only so much of 1D)
She recognizes I love her, and there is nothing she can do about it.

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jimmysbaby2013
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February 12, 2013 10:18am UTC

Two days past eighteen
He was waiting for the bus in his army green
Sat down in a booth in a cafe there
Gave his order to a girl with a bow in her hair
He's a little shy so she gives him a smile
And he said would you mind sittin' down for a while
And talking to me,
I'm feeling a little low
She said I'm off in an hour and I know where we can go
So they went down and they sat on the pier
He said I bet you got a boyfriend but I don't care
I got no one to send a letter to
Would you mind if I sent one back here to you
Chorus: I cried
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone when the letter said
A soldier's coming home
So the letters came from an army camp
In California then Vietnam
And he told her of his heart
It might be love and all of the things he was so scared of
He said when it's getting kinda rough over here
I think of that day sittin' down at the pier
And I close my eyes and see your pretty smile
Don't worry but I won't be able to write for awhile
[Chorus]
One Friday night at a football game
The Lord's Prayer said and the Anthem sang
A man said folks would you bow your heads
For a list of local Vietnam dead
Crying all alone under the stands
Was a piccolo player in the marching band
And one name read but nobody really cared
But a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair

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January 1, 1970 12:00am UTC

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MaxEatsCrayons
posted a quote
February 12, 2013 7:12pm UTC

We all carry these things inside that no one else can see.
They hold us down like anchors, they drown us out to sea.

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celestialerror*
posted a quote
February 12, 2013 11:03pm UTC

There's a thin line,
between sad and sadness.
Where it goes from a blue feeling,
to an aching deep within your bones.
Where it takes over you.
Where it becomes darkness that
seems to consume you completely.
You're drowning in a sea of darkness,
not sure if you want to survive anymore;
not sure if that breath you're fighting for
is even worth it anymore.
I seem to have crossed that line,
long ago;
and I don't know how to go back
to the other side.
Honestly,
I don't know if I want to anymore.

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