Submissions by haley-underwood

You will never be you again you claim
without him you are not the same
without him your just an ugly little girl
without him there is no world

You will never sleep again you claim
too busy paying attention to your tears and the rain
too busy noticing the pain
and you must refrain from dreaming about him

You will never talk again you claim
there are no words to say
everyday is just like every other day
everything is just too dark and grey

You will never eat again you claim
it tastes like the food you made for him
food...

She, much worse then me, was a demon.
She, much worse then me, was a whore.
With every sin she'd make
And every male mistake
She'd  become something I'd never thought she'd be, me.
And I was much worse then I'd ever thought i'd be.
My self esteem was a thin line of cocaine, going up my nose again and again.
At the time i thought it was my friend and i thought she was too.
I thought stealing and lying was the thing to do.
But I was wrong and the pressure was strong to be cool to be bad.
To subconsciously make yourself more sad and to dig this...

This isn't god's will, this is my will and the devil's way
And he told me to shout out and say
That all you motherfuckers gunna die today
And rot in your graves
And then you'll all become the devils slaves, my slaves,
So when you go to raves and chew me up
I'll make your brain the fluid in a sippicup
And i'll make you're children sip me up
And they'll wonder why their so fucked up
Well its because of me and the extacy inside of mommy
Just  like daddys cock, i'm you're daddys cock
The one that went knock knock and knocked your mommy up
And i'm...

I'll down my cup full of sorrow
And drink my tequila tears until  tomorrow
Because if I don't i'll have to borrow,the gun
And we all know the result of that is no fun
We all know  if i die the devil's won.
And so with that i run, as far from the truth as i can.
For I am nothing but a man
And when a man becomes misery the death of the man is no mystery.
You ask me why i want to die?
And i'll ask you why you want to live?
You're just another problem on this planet earth.
What was the point of  your birth?
To grow up and destroy something...

She'll sit and she'll wait
And sit and masturbate wondering if he will ever come home..
Wondering if love will ever be enough for the man on the throne.
If the man who calls himself a king will ever be deserving of the love she has to give.
Or will he give up on her and the kids
Will he ever call her back
Or will he be to busy dancing with the mistress named crack
And you know after her he'll never go back to the way he used to be, with us, with me, happy.
And she'll feel crappy and turn to the rock
And in order to get some she'll have to suck cock...