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Friday, January 30, 2009 @ 9:13 PM
Low.
I ask you now, the person who's reading this, do you have a guilt? Will you be able to sleep at night if know you you've done something wrong? Or will your guilt eat you up? I've met many kinds of people but just recently I've met the lowest kind of human, the type which would want you to suffer with them simply because you're happy. The kind which will try anything to take you down and make sure you live in a cold dark world like them. They want you to be like them, to take you down, to make sure your life is miserable... They are just that twisted, and the sad thing is they don't know what they're doing wrong. They think it's okay to stab people in the back, to see people cry, to see them be unhappy, to tear people up bit by bit, to taken other's heart and smash it into 10 million different pieces. They think it's perfectly fine. They hate people who smile, who laugh, who enjoy life, they can't take that simply because they're jealous.

These people are so low, so damn low, how low can they sink before they hit rock bottom? How low can one get? How Low? How Low? I'm right, you have to be numb to survive in today's society, to have to lose all emotions in order to survive, to sell your soul to someone else...

Life's not fair, life's just not fair. Go pick on someone your own size, go emo in your dark little corner, I beg of you to leave me alone. Go give hell to someone else. Fuck Off. I hope guilt eats you up after you read this, I hope something in that empty skull of yours tells you that what you're doing is wrong. I hope you know that I'm not afraid of you nor your best friend, so snap out of it, tell it in my face what you're unhappy about, you have the guts to say it behind me you have the guts to say it in front of me, dimwit. So say it, have the fucking guts to say it in front of me. (: You know I'm not afraid, you know it. And ask your best friend to stay out of this after all she's graduated. (:

And once again,

Pavlove - Fall Out Boy



Oh, oh, oh oh,
Oh, oh, oh oh,
Oh, oh, oh oh.

Something make my chest stir,
Something make my head blur.

(Oh, oh) I'm not ready for a handshake with death, no,
(Oh, oh) I'm just such a happy mess, woah.

The drums are four on the floor
She's back to the bathroom for one more.

I'm the invisible man
Who can't stop staring at the mirror (at the mirror)
I want to make you as lonely as me,
So you can get, get addicted to this
(You can get, get addicted to this now)

Oh, oh, oh oh.
Oh, oh, oh oh.
Oh, oh, oh oh.
Oh, oh, oh oh.

It's three drink too late to talk to anyone but myself,
(Oh, oh) It's a three and two pitch to walk to anywhere,
(Oh, oh) Else, no.

The drums are four on the floor
She's back to the bathroom for one more

I'm the invisible man
Who can't stop staring at the mirror (at the mirror)
I want to make you as lonely as me,
So you can get, get addicted to this
(You can get, get addicted to this now)

Oh, oh, oh oh.
Oh, oh, oh oh.
Oh, oh, oh oh.
Oh, oh, oh oh.

I'm the invisible man
Who can't stop staring at the mirror (at the mirror)
I want to make you as lonely as me,
So you can get, get addicted to this
(You can get, get addicted to this now)

I'm the invisible man (I'm the invisible man)
I'm the invisible man (I'm the invisible man)
I want to make you as lonely as me,
Cause I'm the invisible man.

I'm the invisible man.


No song in this world can describe people like them like this song.

30. January. 2009