Did I mention I hate my life?

You smile
Sweetly
Softly
Kindly
Sadly

The words
Kind
Soothing
Crushing
Familiar

My heart
Sinks
Quietly
Slowly
Broken

Reply
Yeah
Sure
I understand
Lies

More words
I hate
Annoying
Automatic
Ignored

Reply
Of course
Mmm hmm
Sure
Lies

Come home
Alone
Tired
Want to die
Did I mention I hate my life?

Third Stage of Something

In the third stage of something
Where all the lonely lovers cry
In the third stage of something
We're still stuck trying to get by

In the third stage of something
Where something's always gonna go wrong
In the third stage of something
We're still trying to get along

In the third stage of something
Is this really happening?
In the third stage of something
Baby, I can't feel a thing

Do what? I ask with glee,
I really don't understand,
I just write what's in my head,
Whatever comes to hand.
Ymir                                                    

It's nice to have another member,
And while I'm on an energy burst,
I'd like to welcome you to our group,
Let me be the first.
There's just one little problem,
You'll find it rather soon,
Something about a pointed stick,
And a member that we call Doom.                                                    

We are a wonderful group of folks,
So join the Unwashed bus,
May you have an enjoyable time,
And have some fun with us.            

"compulsion"

digging, digging, digging your own grave,
dirt under nails is all that we save.
burn down, burn down, burn down the world,
rise from the ashes, three-second girl.

think you're something special? think you're really great?
think again, you'll end up on the ground prostrate
begging for just one more day to fix all the times
you fucked yourself up with your own mind

always racing for oblivion, crying for an end
breaking, breaking, breaking all this skin again.
always going to be the anti-breathing girl,
burn, burn, burn yourself down,
but don't scream to the world.

Where I Belong

Hello
Where am I?
I don't remember
Did I die?

This ain't heaven
This is hell
It's just as well
This is where I belong
This ain't good
This is bad
It's so sad
This is where I went wrong

Hello
What's this place?
I don't remember
Do I know your face?

This ain't heaven
This is hell
It's just as well
This is my new home
This ain't good
This is bad
It's so sad
This is where I roam

Hello
Who are you?
I don't remember
What did you do?

This ain't heaven
This is hell
It's just as well
This is where I belong
This ain't good
This is bad
It's so sad
This is where I went wrong

I would laugh with joy as you gave me the wonders of the world wrapped up in a box,
then cry in delight as I set them free.

Hiding nothing that I am, passionate my nature; I do everything to extreme.
Fight, love, want and need.

Strong desires to believe the things I know are truth.
I also long for dreams.

I will always require a firm foundation to live my life,
with stairs to my castle in the clouds.

This is who I am,
this is me.

Now, listen here you moral ingrate,
Put your pencil away,
That's not a nice thing to say to a principal,
In the middle of the day.
I deal with sharpened pencils,
As a matter of daily course,
I break them with utter contempt,
I'll shout it 'till I'm hoarse.
I am a walking pencil sharpener,
I'll take it off of you,
And sharpen in to razor standards,
Then with it I'll intimidate you.
Further, for your bit of malarkey,
And acting like a fool,
You'll have to write, "I must be nicer",
A thousand times after school.                                                    

;)
Cheers from the Land of Oz