See you round the other side


Watch The PiecesDesire Uncontrolled desire To set this fire Alight Alight in your eyes Burn the wicked lies To dust Ill erase my lustWatch The Pieces
You never earned my trust You let our romance rust Watched the pieces drift apart Found you were lonely in heart Left me to defragment Id never let you repent
A sweat A feverish sweat The first time we met That night Will stay with me always Despite all of the ways I try I try to forget our past
You never earned my trust You let our romance rust Watched


SnowSnow falls without end, covering everything in sight with a thick, white blanket, reaching as far as the eye can see. The horizon blandly merges with the dull, white-grey clouds, heaving their way across the sky, always bringing more snow with them, never stopping. Silence clings to the snow and the clouds, never parting from it; the church bells and the occasional crow call do their best to break the stillness, and for a second, the silence is gone. Then the church bells or the crow’s call fade away to nothing more than memory, and silence reigns once more. The church bells are the only thing I ever give thought to. ESnow


The TrainThe first thing he did that morning was hit his head hard against the shelf above his bed. He yelled in pain and collapsed back onto his pillow. This was going to be a bad day. And it hadn’t even started yet. He supposed he should have been surprised, even angry. But it had been so long since he’d had anything to be really happy about that it seemed perfectly normal. It’s not that he was depressed. He thought about it every night. He wasn’t depressed – he was just bored, jaded. He was 26 already. He’d finished college, but life in the real world was nothing like they said it would be. There was no fast track. There was no competitThe Train
I like Muse and the Fratellis too
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"There's no one like you in the universe... And tonight we can truly say: together we're invincible."
it's been like forever since we seen you around...
you entering scars comp?
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To those who say I can't write hip-hop,
maybe mine is what rocks,
cos it comes straight from the top,
It's what your's is not,
It's not pop...
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