You know who you are.
Sorry dear.
Anyway, read the new four deviations, comment.
yeah
bye
~Jon


Lost and HappyOn Monday The magnetism draws us ever nearer Screaming, rasping throats feel like sandpaper Covered with battery acid.Lost and Happy
The flesh burns as tears roll down the face
We transcend, on Tuesday, The boundaries of time. Wasting away the clock, talking Like birds in spring But this is not a beautiful song.
Salt in the wounds, Everything is finally revealed The red seas have been pulled back The words on the floor They are written in blood.
The toxins begin to flow Four days from where we began A journey that has take us so far &


Like a Swiss MechanismAs the train rolls Out of the station Right on time by the conductors gold watchLike a Swiss Mechanism
An hour from Id be in her arms What Ive waited for all week.
We pass by stations People get on, get off I just get to watch and wait
Three stops away now I become restless Only a few people share my car
One station away and I cant wait to see you Or just to feel your arms around my back.
As I finally roll in Get off, look around You arent there yet but Im not angry
I wait by the


There is Hope for HimHe stands on the stage The red 4-string hangs from his neck One hand gripping a pic Muting the strings The other clenches the mic His knuckles white.There is Hope for Him
His mouth wide open His eyes tightly shut The veins in his neck enraged
As he yells out the chorus Of the song that means the most
His grey T-shirt Tight to his body Is now dripping with sweat His jeans are rolled up Just to his calves So that he doesnt step on them With shoeless feet
The band stands stunned As they realize They have never hear


Medicine Man, Medicine Man, taHeroin and vicodin Her brain food of choice Its all flowing through Her blood and up her noseMedicine Man, Medicine Man, ta
Heroine and Vicodin She saves herself From her parents and Their beatings and their screams.
Heroin and vicodin The only way she Gets through her day Without the tears and the cries


Buckle Up"Buckle up," he whispered, "We're going to hit this fast." Blindly obedient she snapped the seatbelt in with an angryBuckle Up
click that reverbrated in the car. 60, 70, 80, 90 The dial spread it's self out.
He had the windows open And she was shivering in her Pooh Bear pajamas. She didn't dare aske for closure Daddy was in a mood. Wind rushed through the car Howling at the travelers.
"We're coming up to it now," his grin shark like and vast in the glow of the dashboard. "We're gonna fly, baby girl!" "Is that another metaphor, dad


RainRAIN Drip drop goes the rain outside It’s a dark wet world when the heavens cry Tears fall cause we think he’s a lie Was I saved when Jesus died? Well no one really knowsRain
It goes Drip drop when a child cries Drip drop for the innocent lives For the guns and the blood and the knives They’re on their knees and they’re asking why Does no one really know
Drip drop for everything bad Drip drop when everyone’s sad Without pain we cant know pleasure But I don’t see a change in the weather I’ve heard drip drop my entire life Its going to rain
please dont. it starts shit with them and ME, and i want them to leave me alone.
please, i asked you not to post the first one but you did. just, dont.
alot.
last night was amazing. <3 You, Nat, Annie, me, Lisa, Mel, and Lindsay.
we fucking rock.
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aw i think the picture is a too little part of the wallpaper, but i really like it very very much
you're welcome
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you don't love me, but i still do~~
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Ripped across the ditch and settled in the dirt
I wear you like a stitch yet I’m the one that’s Hurt
*great times, oh yeah*
*couldn't find anywhere appropriate for this, go figure*
i love domos!
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we accept the love we think we deserve
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