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elevator love letter
I'm so hard for a rich girl
My heels are high, my eyes cast low
And I don't know how to love
I get so tired after midday, lately
I take it out on my good friends
But the worst stays in, or where would I begin?
going going gone
Still hooked on cellophane,
Hanging 'round the mall, and all.
Each penny numbs the pain.
barricade
Trapped on the terraces, I looked at you and knew,
You were the only thing that mattered.
There was no one for me but you.
one more night Try as he might he's unable to speak
He grabs her by the hair, he strokes her on the cheek
The bed is unmade like everything is
soft revolution We are here to save your life
The fool, the drunk, the child, and his wife
We won't let the sun go down
the woods That day we walked a little deeper
Breathless and too alive to sleep
You always said I was a dreamer
reunion In the year of my decline
Sucking freezies in the rain
Diving twisted to the suburbs
And then driving back again
window bird Stuck on the wall, the note that you left
I wait and stall for the moment
Your reckless heart, you know you got it
your ex-lover is dead God that was strange to see you again
Introduced by a friend of a friend
such great heights I am thinking it's a sign that the freckles in our eyes
Are mirror images & when we kiss they're perfectly aligned
the district sleeps alone tonight Smeared black ink. Your palms are sweaty,
And I'm barely listening to last demands.
I'm staring at the asphalt wondering
against all odds How can I just let you walk away
Just let you leave without a trace
new When I stand here taking every breath with you
new recycled air I take a breath and pull the air in 'til there's nothing left
new I'm feeling green like teenage lovers between the sheets
new Knuckles clenched to white as the landing gear detract for flight
new My head's a balloon inflating with the altitude
new we will become silhouettes I've got a cupboard with cans of food,
new Filtered water, and pictures of you
new And I'm not coming out until this is all over
new nothing better Will someone please call a surgeon
new Who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart
new That you're deserting for better company
new natural anthem I'll write you a song and it won't be hard to sing
new It will be a natural anthem, familiar it will seem
new It will rally all the workers on strike for better pay
new
Isabel here, livin` in California, owner of Ivorypearls since August 30, 2008. I wouldn't say "livin` it up", because I'm not very content with my life. Yeah, emo much? Not really, I'm just a very difficult person to please. I kind of live my life dreaming, waiting for my miracle to happen. I learn to be a better person on my own, things inspire me, not much people; technically. I`m fourteen years old, Freshman in High School & I love music. Music is one thing that can set you apart from the rest, or make you fit into the mainstream crowd of fans. Music expresses alot about you, & the amount of passion you have for it can really create a relation with other people. I love food, I love movies. I love making graphics & layouts. I love having my own style, & expressing it, thinking up new ideas never-before-seen
on xanga. I think we all need to strive to be ourselves, instead of trying to please everyone else. Because chances are, there's another person in this world who would love you for the way you are. My general theme? Livejournal with a twist. [: If you want specific details about me & my style, you're gonna have to chat a little more, I won't bite [:
