Crystal's LiveJournal
This is a record of my life. It’s a very personal record, and, for that reason, it’s a “Friends Only” journal. Please respect that. If you would like to be on my friends list, email me (my contact info is on my profile page) and I will consider it. However, I do not guarantee that I will do so.
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Wednesday, December 11th, 2002 | 11:49 am |
My Ruin--Terror This is what you call me... I STRIKE TERROR AMONG MEN I can't be bothered by what they think I bare my cross, my soul, MYSELF I FORGIVE... BUT I NEVER FORGET I've been put upon this earth in FEMALE form But I can handle myself with the best of you As well as THE WORST And I often have I have the right to remain silent But I choose to SPEAK, SING, SCREAM I am LIPS, HIPS, TITS... I AM THE POWER OF A WOMAN STRONG like music TRUE like friendship But without my FRIENDS there would be no music... ONLY SPOKEN WORD
FUCKER!
I am able to change So I live without REGRET, without REMORSE only a REMIX I am DRUNK, I am SOBER HEAVEN doesn't want me and HELL'S AFRAID I'LL TAKE OVER Don't bother trying to CENSOR me or SHUT ME UP Because IT WON'T WORK I am COLD and DISTANT yet WARM and CLOSE To those who deserve to see that side of me PART OF ME... THE HEART OF ME You find ME so hard to understand in YOUR WORLD The world you perceive to be so NORMAL I AM DEFORMED... SCORNED, REBORN I am ME And I know exactly WHO I AM, WHAT I AM and THE WRATH I BRING The UGLY BEAUTY, the LYING TRUTH, the VIRGIN WHORE... the QUIET STORM A LOVER, a FIGHTER, a SAINT, a SINNER, a SISTER, a DAUGHTER OLD SCHOOL...... a BEGINNER I have decorated myself with LOVE, HATE, TRUTH.... YOU All of you, BOTH OF YOU, none of you... more than one of you
FUCKER!
With LIPS LIKE SUGAR, EYES LIKE MEAT I've watched MEN come, go and CHEAT I SLEEP to DREAM and DREAM of SLEEP I HAD A DREAM JOE That you were standing in the middle of an open road I HAD A DREAM JOE That your hands were raised up to the sky And your MOUTH WAS COVERED IN FOAM I've been CRUCIFIED, JUSTIFIED and MORTIFIED by my behaviour Both FEMININE and MASCULINE I am a CONTRADICTION and JUXTAPOSITION My RELIEF is my RELEASE and only time will tell ALL'S WELL that ENDS WELL I am UNSWEETENED, UNCLEAN.... Been called DRAMA QUEEN EX GIRLFRIEND, EX MEMBER... the TANTRUM, the TEMPER I point my finger... TAKE THE BLAME And this time I WILL OWN THE NAME Because NO ONE is going to RUIN ME, if I have to I will RUIN MYSELF.. And it will be 'MY RUIN'
FUCKER! Current Mood: angryCurrent Music: My Ruin - Terror | Thursday, November 7th, 2002 | 9:42 am |
Lyrics to suit my attitude Godsmack--Whatever
And I wonder day to day I don't like you anyway I don't need your shit today You're pathetic in your own way!
I feel for you, better fucking go away! I will behave, better fucking go away!
I'm doing the best I ever did I'm doing the best that I can I'm doing the best I ever did!
I don't need to fantasize You are my pets all the time I don't mind if you go blind You get what you get until you're through with my life!
I feel for you, better fucking go away! I will behave, you better go away! I feel for you, better f*cking go away! I will behave, you better go away!
I'm doing the best I ever did I'm doing the best that I can I'm doing the best I ever did Now go away!
I'm doing the best I ever did I'm doing the best that I can I'm doing the best I ever did Now go away!
I'm doing the best I ever did, go away! I'm doing the best that I can, go away! I'm doing the best I ever did, go away! I'm doing the best that I can, go away!
I'm doing the best I ever did I'm doing the best that I can I'm doing the best I ever did Now go away!
I'm doing the best I ever did I'm doing the best that I can I'm doing the best I ever did Now go away!
I'm doing the best I ever did I'm doing the best that I can I'm doing the best I ever did Now go away!
Yea! Yea! Yea! Yea! Yea! Yea! Yea! Yea!
I'm doing the best I ever did, go away! I'm doing the best that I can
Current Music: Janet Jackson - Son Of A Gun (I Betcha Think This Song Is About You) |
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