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I want a lover I don't have to love
I want a girl who's too sad to give a fuck
Where's the kid with the chemicals?
I thought he said to meet him here but I'm not sure
I've got the money if you've got the time
You said it feels good
I said, "I'll give it a try."
Then my mind went dark
We both forgot where your car was parked
Let's just take the train
I'll meet up with the band in the morning
Bad actors with bad habits
Some sad singers they just play tragic
And the phone's ringing and the van's leaving
Let's just keep touching; let's just keep... keep singing...
I want a lover I don't have to love
I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk
Where's the kid with the chemicals?
I've got a hunger and I can't seem to get full
I need some meaning I can memorize
The kind I have always seems to slip my mind



Bright Eyes -- Lover I Don't Have to Love

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It's not very easy to describe myself with text, but rather if you want to discover my inner-workings, then you should look through my poetry... look at my art... that's the best way that I display myself. I'm far from perfect, I make mistakes all the time, I'm one cynical girl, and my outlook on life is constantly changing. I view human life in a different perspective than most... My opinions.. well, you'll eventually end up knowing them whether you want to or not. I love to debate about things, and have profound conversations. I love to read and to write and to draw and to create things in general.. it's a passion.
I'm already planning out my future, I want everything to fit together perfectly...
In real life, I'm shy and want to be left alone, anti-social and always avoiding contact. In here, this little screen, I'm rather outgoing. Two different worlds, two different attitudes.

Music; Techno: Jrock: Metal: Screamo: Stuff like so, I love to zone out into this...

Vampires are another passion of mine...

and there's more, always so much more, what can I say?

Gabriel: ... I knew heart-break once, and lonliness and the feeling of having nothing to live for and nothing to look forward too.
I remember clinging to a single shred of hope that one day i'll get out of here and move onto better things, when really I wasn't even beleiving myself.
I remember crying and bleeding countless times all to no avail, all to just feel like I was falling again, My self-medication not helping in the least bit. I remember. all those times. When I had no-one. Or was loving those lost memories.
I remember being Alone.
I remember the first time you talked to me, and how you were so interested and how It got me so confused. How you were discovering yourself while talking with me, and how you were just. so. curious. ... How you'd turn your sleeping schedule in circles just to catch me online.
I remember that night at the carnival, I remember how you were that tall quiet guy;
& I remember that letter you sent me, telling me about handing over your heart and how I shouldn't break it, and I remember the hours, and hours I talked with you.
The first night on the phone, "You're a Strange One" that was taken as a compliment..
How funny it was to hear you shower me with compliments time after time.
And, I remember the night, of being on the phone with you for hours, and the phone was about to die, and for the very first time, I said, "I Love You." & how it was so hard to say, and how I got a feeling throughout my being that i'd never gotten before... telling me, "this is right, sydney."
And to this day I still beleive in you. I still want to apologize for all the times I'm an ass, I always forgive you for everything you do, even when it sears.
You're here for me, and I'm hear for you.
and it's the most beautiful thing ever,

And How you're the only one who can make me cry tears of happiness. Which is what I'm doing now. ♥

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