We are living in a big, bad world. Where bad things happen to whomever the bad things find. Where logic never helps you escape, where it actually pisses them off more often then not. Don't try to run or hide they will always find you, actually even if you pretend they don't exist they will still find you. Or a relative,friend, and/or lover to toy with until you have been properly chastened. There is no use in asking why them or why me because there is no reason or logic to any of the bad things in this world. They just are, as we just are. Do you get it? I don't think you do but neither do I really. I am just making guesses, using the dreaded "logic" that will someday bite me in the ass.
I almost think that if bad things had a soundtrack (they probably do) the Swans would be somewhere on it. If you say you like them you are just an ass kisser, and the bad things makes ass kissers their playthings. So remember that Swan lovers before you go spouting off at the mouth.
What is the point in all of this, you ask? Well there isn't a point. Do you think I want bad things to happen? Because if there was a point they would be after me in a second. (They hate people who make long speels about nothing that have some amazingly stupid point to them the most of all) So there isn't one. If you by some amazing coincidence find one don't let the bad things find out.















Comments
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I just wanna say good bye, Disappear with no one knowing
I don't wanna live this lie, smiling to the world unknowing
I don't want you to try, you've done enough to keep me going
I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine for the very last time
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I just wanna say good bye, Disappear with no one knowing
I don't wanna live this lie, smiling to the world unknowing
I don't want you to try, you've done enough to keep me going
I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine for the very last time
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I just wanna say good bye, Disappear with no one knowing
I don't wanna live this lie, smiling to the world unknowing
I don't want you to try, you've done enough to keep me going
I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine for the very last time
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There's a sick little suicide
in all that we do.
There's a sick little suicide
in all that we do...
you decide,
which one's for you!?
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