Judas At Waterloo
I can’t believe my ears for my eyes told me otherwise
I thought you were my friend, but I see now you were not
Every bad expletive to you applies
You are some creature that time forgot
I gave you my loyalty, and you spat in my face
If you were real you would have been straight
What fills me up is not hate
There’s no god in you to compensate
You are not worthy of the name friend
The web of lies spewing from mouth sickening
Soon will come a day of reckoning
You are going to get yours one day in the end
Scandalizing my name with your poisonous venom
How could you after all that we have been through?
You should’ve told me what was the problem
With your life you’ve got nothing better to do
I guess I was just too nice
Your insides are as cold as ice
I see you for what you are now
You are nothing more than a hideous sow
I’ve found out who you really are
An asteroid thinking it’s a star
What you are full of I cannot mention
It is way past your comprehension
Stay where you are for here you could never make it
Stand there and pretend for all you can do is fake it
I won’t play the game of a victim
You are really and truly an evil bum
God doesn’t like ugly, and you are as ugly as they come
You are just a guy that takes it up the rectum
You are not even worthy of this poem
Smile all you want I’m here if you want to get some
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Fake People
All the time
I look in your eyes
But what I see
And what you say to me
Are two totally different things
You pretend you put on a façade
I only wish you knew that I'm not
The only one who sees it as odd
Fake people
The things they do are oh so evil
Because of their own insecurities
They try to pass on to you their idiosyncrasies
Thinking they are your friends you let them into your lives
But then they turn around and about you tell nothing but lies
Jealousy is such an ugly thing
Almost as ugly as hypocrisy
Fake people
The things they do are oh so evil
Fake people
Fake people
So now I must ask who are your friends
Are they really what they seem to be
Or are they just trying to hide from you their envy
Do your friends really have your back
Or is it that that's where by them you've been stabbed
I once had a friend
One I thought would be there for me till the end
Then one day my happiness ended and theirs began
And when I needed someone to lean on
Behind me did no one stand
Fake people
The things they do are oh so evil
Because of their own insecurities
They try to pass on to you their idiosyncrasies
Thinking they are your friends you let them into your lives
But then they turn around and about you tell nothing but lies
Jealousy is such an ugly thing
Almost as ugly as hypocrisy
Fake people
The things they do are oh so evil
Fake people
Fake people
Be careful who you let know your business
'Cause in the end
Rumors about you they could be spreadin'
Don't put your trust in people who don't trust you
There's no telling what they're liable to say or do
Grow smarter with each experience
And you'll see true friends
Are the friends who are their with and for you till the end
Fake people
The things they do are oh so evil
Because of their own insecurities
They try to pass on to you their idiosyncrasies
Thinking they are your friends you let them into your lives
But then they turn around and about you tell nothing but lies
Jealousy is such an ugly thing
Almost as ugly as hypocrisy
Fake people
The things they do are oh so evil
Fake people
Fake people
(1998)
poem by Dionne K. Kelly
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The Ugly Truth About Her
ITS TIME TO FACE THE UGLY TRUTH ABOUT HER
SHE'S STRONG SHE'S WILLING BUT SHE'S NOT UNDERSTANDING
ITS TIME TO FAE THE UGLY TRUTH ABOUT HER
SHE WILL MAKE YOU LAUGH SHE WILL MAKE YOU CRY BUT ALSO WATCH YOU DIE
ITS TIME TO FACE THE UGLY TRUTH ABOUT HER
SHE WILL BE THERE FOR YOU BUT SHE WILL NOT ALWAYS BE TRUE
ITS TIME TO FACE THE UGLY TRUTH ABOUT HER
SHE'S DETERMINED SHE'S A WINNER BUT REGARD YOU AS A LONER
IT'S TIME TO FACE THE UGLY TRUTH ABOUT HER
SHE MY FRIEND IS THE REASON WHY YOU ARE HURT INSIDE
AND SHE'S THE ONE WHO PROMISED TO BE ON YOUR SIDE
THIS IS THE UGLY TRUTH ABOUT HER
poem by Gerry Mark
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Ugly
Crossed the path then I followed your face
It was hard to believe
It was hard to trace
I saw you today
Seems like I see you everyday
But theres something I figured out bout you
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh yeah
So ugly
Im tellin you strait
So ugly
Dont make a mistake
Cause your ugly
You could bet it on the bank
Say why why
Why would I lie to you
Why would I lie
Why would I lie
Your so ugly
All the time
Ugly
You aint no friend of mine
Cause your ugly
You could bet it on the bank
Say why why
Why would I lie to you
Why would I lie
Why would I lie
When you smile or a frown
Im so tired of you bein around
Engaged in some sexual acts
Well Im just gonna have to tell you all the facts
What could that be about,
Well heres a clue
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh yeah
So ugly
Im tellin you strait
So ugly
Dont make a mistake
Cause your ugly
Im tellin you that
I say why why
Why would I lie to you
Why would I lie
Why would I lie
Your so ugly
All the time
Ugly
You aint no friend of mine
Ugly
You could bet it on the bank
Say why why
Why would I lie to you
Why would I lie
Why would I lie
Your so ugly
La la la la
So ugly....
Gordon gano: guitar, lead vocal
Brian ritchie: acoustic bass guitar, electric bass,vocals
Victor delorenzo: snare drum and trancephone, vocals
Recorded at castle recording company, london
gorno music reprinted with permission
song performed by by Violent Femmes
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Thespian
I met her just today
But I've seen her before
Now I sit beside her
She told me her name
I said that's my favorite song
And she said she's never heard it
She Broke my train of thought
When she told me a secret
The one about a friend now
I felt her hand upon my knee
I guess I forgot to breathe
But only for a moment
All the while I'm thinking
That I can't believe she's here with me now
I might be dreamin'
If I am don't tell me I don't want to know
She got up to get a beer
So I moved closer to her chair
And she pretended not to notice
Well I hope she doesn't leave
Cause I'd like to talk some more
Before I have to go, now...
All the while I'm thinking
That I can't believe she's here with me now
I might be dreamin'
If I am don't tell me I don't want to know
I guess my talk was just too small
I'm not getting anywhere
But I've been here before
So I'll just drive home by myself
And drift away to sleep
I guess it's no big deal...(big deal)
They finally closed the doors
So I walked her to her car
And the rain began to pour
And with a smile she said good-bye
And I watched her drive away
Well I guess I lost again, now...
All the while I'm thinking
That I can't believe she's here with me now
I might be dreamin'
If I am don't tell me I don't want to know x2
Don't tell me I dont want to know
All the while I'm thinking
That I can't believe she's here with me now
I might be dreamin'
If I am don't tell me I don't want to know x2
song performed by by Bowling For Soup
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Rejection's Cold
Do you know you talk and talk my vern
And all good things come to her now
And this has been a long time coming
It's too late to make a move
You choke on every word you say
And now its time boy
Rejections cold
You know I told you so
Maybe a less of all but
The problems solved
Rejections cold
You know I told you so
Maybe a less of all but
The problems solved
Can I confess the lessons learned
And now we've seen the tables turned
For giving in isn't even an option
And I would hate to play pretend
Nothing for me to defend
On your way boy
(ya)
Rejections cold
You know I told you so
Maybe a less of all but
The problems solved
Rejections cold
You know I told you so
Maybe a less of all but
The problems solved
(The problem solved)
(No problem)
song performed by by Unwritten Law
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In Search Of Peter Pan
Its been such a long week.
So much crying.
I no longer see a future.
Ive been told when I get older
That Ill understand it all.
But Im not sure if I want to.
Running into her arms
At the school gates
She whispers that Im a poor kid.
And granny takes me on her knee.
She tells me Im too sensitive.
She makes me sad.
She makes me feel like an old man.
She makes me feel like an old man.
They took the game right out of it.
They took the game right out of it.
When I am a man
I will be an astronaut,
And find peter pan.
Second star on the right,
Straight on til morning.
Second star on the right,
Straight on til morning.
Dennis loves to look
In the mirror.
He tells me that he is beautiful.
So I look too, and what do I see?
My eyes are full,
But my face is empty.
Hes got a photo
Of his hero.
He keeps it under his pillow.
But Ive got a pin-up
From a newspaper
Of peter pan.
I found it in a locket.
I hide it in my pocket.
They took the game right out of it.
They took the game right out of it.
When I am a man
I will be an astronaut,
And find peter pan.
Second star on the right,
Straight on til morning.
Second star on the right,
Straight on til morning.
Second star on the right,
Straight on til morning.
When you wish upon a star,
Makes no difference who you are.
When you wish upon a star
Your dreams come true.
song performed by by Kate Bush
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The Bad Pretty Girl
I am the pretty one,
the one the girls hate
and the boys pant for
and I stand aloof because
there is no room for me to be
who I am.
All I get is people reacting
to how I look
and I see them whisper
'She's so stuck up.'
I am not.
I am lonely and superior to them
that make these kinds of comments.
So all day I have to take the stares
and the mini-hatreds
just because I am pretty.
I like being pretty
it comes easy to me;
takes no effort.
My hair is beautiful and I don't have to do anything to it.
My skin is good. Thank God, no zits
My figure is good
but I get the comments when I walk through-
the Neanderthals always make comments-
and I cannot help it if my parents are rich.
So I am trapped behind this wall.
I don't have to study hard to get good grades;
this school is easy.
I don't have to work hard for anything.
Things just come to me.
But it has made a prison for me
and because I don't have to get smart
or work hard-
I can get by on my looks.
My teachers like me-
one too much,
so in the end I am doing what I hate
others do-
seeing me only in terms of how I look
and I realize I am doing the same thing to myself.
I am my looks. I am trapped.
So when boys try to talk to me I clam up
because I think there is only one thing they want.
And most of the time I am right. They do-just want
one thing.
Other's of them just want to say I am their girl friend
even if that is not true just so they can brag to their friends.
Some of them lie and claim they had you, or you
are lesbian just because you don't like them.
I am the pretty girl and most times that is pretty sad.
So I don't talk to anyone except other pretty girls.
They understand. They have the pretty girl thing too.
So we stand around sometimes and think we are superior
but we also think secretly we might be inferior and lonely too
and who is going to feel sorry for the pretty girl? Nobody that's who.
So I dated the football guy who was pretty too. It seemed he would
understand-handsome and pretty, the same thing I thought.
Boy was I wrong. He was his mothers' boy and only liked me
because he thought there was prestige in it. And I did it for
the same reason. We both were boring when alone and tried to
look like the super couple when people were around.
I was bored and truth be told I was also boring.
I had nothing to say and all's he wanted to talk about was football
and sex.
I told him no.
And then he latched onto my best friend, well I called her my best friend, but
we were not really friends. We just sorta hung out together.
My real best friend was Alma for a while. She was the ugly sidekick
pretty girls seem to attract. All she wanted to do was be with me. She did
everything I asked her to, sometimes without me even asking. I began to think that just maybe being pretty was being superior. People like Alma
made it easy to think that. She seemed to think I was superior.
I used to lie to her about all the boys coming on to me and things they said and she believed those lies. I felt I had to tell the stories because the stories seemed to mean so much to her. Besides telling her the phony stories gave me a fantasy life to make up for my real one.
We were a good pair of friends for a while until Alma told me one day about her love. Her love for me. And I realized she was not talking about friend love.
That's another thing, you get come ons from both genders and some like Alma turn into stalkers. She lied and told her friend that we had been together. A total lie.
That is why high school is prison camp for the pretty girl.
I broke down one day while talking to Geek Billy who came over to my house to fix my computer. He was rad-geek and shorter than me and I never really considered him a real person or anything so I was talking like he was not even there. I was saying 'why me, why does everyone hate me? '
He started yammering that he didn't hate me, and put his arm around me. I looked up and saw that he was not trying to jump my bones, he really was trying to comfort me like he understood and all that. It was laughable you know. I was so above him and everything but he seemed that day like a real person to me for just a tiny minute.
He left and I lay on my bed and wrote into my diary-'Geek boy loves me.'
I wrote: 'I am the pretty girl no one likes because I am above them.'
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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I am the Pretty Girl-Chapter One
Pretty Hurts
I am the pretty one,
the one the girls hate
and the boys pant for
and I stand aloof because
there is no room for me to be
who I am.
All I get is people reacting
to how I look
and I see them whisper
'She's so stuck up.'
I am not.
I am lonely and superior to them
that make these kinds of comments.
So all day I have to take the stares
and the mini-hatreds
just because I am pretty.
I like being pretty
it comes easy to me;
takes no effort.
My hair is beautiful and I don't have to do anything to it.
My skin is good. Thank God, no zits
My figure is good
but I get the comments when I walk through-
the Neanderthals always make comments-
and I cannot help it if my parents are rich.
So I am trapped behind this wall.
I don't have to study hard to get good grades;
this school is easy.
I don't have to work hard for anything.
Things just come to me.
But, it has made a prison for me
and because I don't have to get smart
or work hard-
I can get by on my looks,
my teachers like me-
one too much;
so in the end I am doing what I hate
others do-
seeing me only in terms of how I look-
and I realize I am doing the same thing to myself.
I am my looks.
I am trapped.
So when boys try to talk to me I clam up
because I think there is only one thing they want.
And most of the time I am right.
They do-just want
one thing.
Other's of them just want to say I am their girl friend
even if that is not true just so they can brag to their friends.
Some of them lie and claim they had you,
or you
are lesbian
just because you don't like them.
I am the pretty girl and most times that is pretty sad.
So I don't talk to anyone except other pretty girls.
They understand. They have the pretty girl thing too.
So we stand around sometimes and think we are superior
but we also think secretly we might be inferior and lonely too
and who is going to feel sorry for the pretty girl? Nobody that's who.
So I dated the football guy who was pretty too.
It seemed he would understand-handsome and pretty,
the same thing I thought.
Boy was I wrong. He was his mothers' boy
and only liked me
because he thought there was prestige in it.
And I did it for the same reason.
We both were boring when alone
and tried to look like the super couple
when people were around.
I was bored and truth be told I was also boring.
I had nothing to say
and all's he wanted to talk about was football
and sex.
I told him no.
And then he latched onto my best friend, well I called her my best friend, but
we were not really friends. We just sorta hung out together.
My real best friend was Alma for a while.
She was the ugly sidekick
pretty girls seem to attract.
All she wanted to do was be with me.
She did everything I asked her to,
sometimes without me even asking.
I began to think that just maybe being pretty was being superior.
People like Alma
made it easy to think that.
She seemed to think I was superior.
I used to lie to her about all the boys coming on to me
and things they said and she believed those lies.
I felt I had to tell the stories
because the stories seemed to mean so much to her.
Besides telling her the phony stories
gave me a fantasy life to make up for my real one.
We were a good pair of friends for a while
until Alma told me one day about her love;
Her love for me.
And I realized she was not talking about friend love.
That's another thing,
you get come on's from both genders
and some like Alma turn into stalkers.
She lied and told her friend that we had been together.
A total lie.
That is why high school is prison camp for the pretty girl.
I broke down one day while talking to Geek Billy
who came over to my house to fix my computer.
He was rad-geek and shorter than me
and I never really considered him a real person or anything
so I was talking like he was not even there.
I was saying why me, why does everyone hate me?
He started yammering that he didn't hate me,
and put his arm around me.
I looked up and saw that he was not trying to jump my bones,
he really was trying to comfort me
like he understood and all that.
It was laughable you know.
I was so above him and everything
but he seemed that day like a real person to me
for just a tiny minute.
He left and I lay on my bed
and wrote into my diary-
'Geek boy loves me.'
I wrote: 'I am the pretty girl no one likes
because I am above them.'
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Fake Friend(Revised, In Line Form, Oh and Viewable
The poison seeps from of your eyes.
I can read your lies.
Pure and innocent are dead and gone.
Fake it just fake it.
Pretending your some thing your not.
In the end I win cause I have had been in the alleys.
I've slept in a abandon home to keep from catching cold.
Where were you then my fake friend?
Who do think your fooling?
Do you stop and try to give a ride?
So how bout it my fake friend.
Such a beautiful sharlton.
When I was getting beat up in the courts by five guys for protecting a races rights.
Where were you then my fake friend?
When my house burnt before my very own eyes.
Where were you then?
Hiding behind closed doors like so many times before.
Every thing has been standing still.
I knew the time would come when I would be done with it.
You can't help those who lead.
They'll follow no ones' road but there own.
Judge me not cause don't know how much ambition I truly got.
My fake friend you will not make your failings my own.
For each man women child breaks free of such tyranny.
This is to you my fake friend.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Love Anit All Ways The Answer
Roses are dead vilets are to.
Imlove but not with you .
You thought you hurt me and maid me cry but know I have felling for another guy.
(chorus)2xs
I thoaught I loved you but I guess I was wrong.
You told me you would be my husband but that wasent true.so I guess
Our love is through.
2(verse)
You tried to be sling and play
Your littel game but being my self I felt
No shame. you told your friends you had a
New bitch I told my friend you had littel dick.
Your told me you loved me but that wasent true.
Guess what babby anll that time Ive ben playing you!!!!!!!!
(chorus) till song fade out
song performed by by Xscape
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Love Anit All Ways The Answer
Roses are dead vilets are to.
Imlove but not with you .
You thought you hurt me and maid me cry but know I have felling for another guy.
(chorus)2xs
I thoaught I loved you but I guess I was wrong.
You told me you would be my husband but that wasent true.so I guess
Our love is through.
2(verse)
You tried to be sling and play
Your littel game but being my self I felt
No shame. you told your friends you had a
New bitch I told my friend you had littel dick.
Your told me you loved me but that wasent true.
Guess what babby anll that time Ive ben playing you!!!!!!!!
(chorus) till song fade out
song performed by by Xscape
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Exhale The Vile
Can't match the stare within these eyes
Do you have the strength for all your lies
Can't stand the pain with which i see
This integrity is what i breathe
I inhale this life i gave to you
And exhale the vile
Time will tell
Because my friend and
Never will I concede the end
Cause catarac resin fills my eyes
Never gonna see the man
Through your fake lies
Tell me the things
thatll take time
To help see the things
That'll take this
Burn inside of me
Can't feel the sting from words gone by
Can't keep the papers filled with lies
Ten fold
song performed by by Machine Head from The Burning Red
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Beautiful and Ugly
In my eyes all I see
are beautiful
In their eyes all they see
is an ignorant girl
I have no idea that there
are also ugly
But they weren't; at first I
thought of them as strange.
Isn't it that right is beautiful
Isn't that wrong is ugly.
But now the Ugly is Beautiful
and the Beautiful is Ugly.
And I almost forgot that
Everybody has grown up.
In my eyes all I see
are beautiful
But in their eyes all they saw
was an ignorant girl
I have no idea that there
were also ugly
When I did they say,
'It was beautiful! '
But it isn't, I guess.
I think this world is strange.
poem by Mary Jesusa Villegas
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The Real Answer
The answer lies deeper
Than the cut of the blade
Your answer is found
in the heart of the brave
That courage is found
In the will to forgive
Courage is found
In the art of your gift
search deep enough
And you will find
Something not worthy
Of leaving behind
Because you, my friend
Should not be afraid
Because you, my friend
are one of the brave
Your life may be surrounded
By purple skies
But you can find the will
To not run and hide
This life you have
must be embraced
Do not run
Stand off face to face
Again and again
Just continue to try
And i promise one day
You'll get your chance to fly
poem by Tamara Puyear
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Journey of life is ugly As well as nice
Journey of life is ugly
As well as nice
Nice we forget
Ugly we remember
In heart and mind
Depress our thoughts
Day and night
Never thank god
For the nice
Value what you possess
Thank god
For your success
Forget the ugly
Make life bubbly
Nurture your future
Sooner or later
You will make it bright
Wounds of past you suture
Remove them
From heart and mind
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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What Exactly Is A Friend?
Could you answer this question?
What exactly is a friend?
Is it someone who’s there for you?
Until the very end
Maybe it takes someone special
Somebody brave and kind
What if it’s someone clever?
Somebody pure of mind
A friend is strong and caring
A friend you are to me
A friend is someone thoughtful
A friend is you, you see.
You’ve helped me to see the beauty,
That’s present in every star
I think you’ve really helped me,
One day you will go far
You’ve put a smile on my face,
And helped when I was sad
You’ve been here through everything
Even when things were bad
A friend is always there for you
A friend through thick and thin
A friend is a form of angel
To solve every problem you’re in
Friendship alone is difficult
But two can make it strong
When friends are very close
You really can’t go wrong
Loving you is easy
I promise what I say is true
If you hadn’t come to Carrie’s
There’d be no me and you.
I love my best friend dearly
She makes everything okay
Without my sister in my life
I wouldn’t last a day.
poem by Danielle Deery
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A Real Sellout
A Real Sellout
Written by: Wilfred Mellers, Sunday, September 5,2010 @ 11: 16 AM
It’s for you these words I write
I hope you sleep well at night
My name your words now smear
For you I won’t even shed a tear
Are you happy with the decisions you’ve made?
What about the friends you’ve betrayed?
What about the lies you’ve told?
What about the friends you treated so cold?
At least my conscience is clear
To your friends you were never sincere
You where a friend I once held near
Your cries in the night no one will hear
About yourself is all you care
One day you will end up in total despair
You are mixed up in a dirty affair
Shame is the price you shall bear
Deceitful and spinning a web of lies
You and the Devil are true allies
You will come to your own demise
For prudence you will never exercise
So Many years friendship wasted
Bitter fruits are now being tasted
For you I don’t hold any malice
Any care once held is now callous
My mistake was thinking you were a friend
I thought that you I could depend
I had thought that you were a godsend
I suppose that was all just pretend
This I do without any apprehension
Stricken now your name I shall no longer mention
You are foul, crude, and cannot be trusted
For now of you I am feeling disgusted
Money is where you’ve found your happiness
Your heart one day shall feel the sadness
Wondering through life you trod aimless
You’ve proven that you are truly classless
Thanks for the lookout
You tried you best I doubt
Now I now what you’re all about
You truly are a real sellout
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Real Good Looking Boy
When I think back to the
first time in my childhood
When I saw that face
I thought right then,
'That's a real good looking boy.'
I saw myself in the mirror
in profile
for the first time
I thought,
'Hey! That's a real good looking boy'
And I felt then
that I moved
With all those lucky bucks and angels
High in the theatre
In the sky
So I went to my mother
I said,
'Hey mom - take look at me'
Have you ever seen a teen
Fly so high?
That's a real good looking boy
That's a real good looking boy
She said,
'Son, well, you know,
you're ugly boy.
You don't really look like him.
In this long line
There's been some
real strange genes
You've got 'em all
You've got 'em all
With some extras thrown in
That's a real good looking boy
That's a real good looking boy
That's a real good looking boy
That's a real good looking boy
Wise men say
Only fools, only fools rush in
But I - I give in
Falling in love, in love with you
Now I'm here with you little darling
And you say, 'You're beautiful as you are'
And I've managed somehow to survive
You arrived in my life like a fragrance
And helped me find a way to laugh
And I know now so-called beauty lies
God gave him a face
Then he gave me something above
God gave me grace
Then he gave me your sweet, sweet, sweet love
You make me feel like a real good looking boy
I feel like a real good looking boy
That's a real good looking boy
That's a real good looking boy
song performed by by Who
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Convex
Hold, hold me down, make me wish, make me wish for air
Call out your name, slowly drain the hate out of me
You're all the same, half inane, lack of brains.
Too much time I'm on my own again
Too much thought to ever see again
Too much sense to ever hear again
Too much hate to see a different end
Too much fear to concentrate again
Too much love to ever feel again
Ugly fears, Ugly face
Ugly thoughts, Leave no trace
Of innocence
The world inside breaking down
The world inside breaking down
Murder all these feelings trapped inside
Murder all these feelings trapped inside
reject everything reject everything
reject everything reject everything
reject everything reject everything
reject everything reject everything
Too much time I'm on my own again
Too much hate to see a different end
Too much fear to concentrate again
Too much love to ever feel again
Ugly fears, Ugly face
Ugly thoughts, Leave no trace
Of innocence
Holding on to words that let go softly
As you whisper into my ears only
Drowning in a pool of all of the tears
Nights and days they seem to drag on
All around you sense the sound
You don't even listen any more
song performed by by Velvet Acid Christ
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Never Be Lonely
Says she wants to dance real slow
Real slow
It's gettin' late and it's time to go
But I don't wanna know
Feels strange to be holding on to someone new
After so long
Don't tell me what I need to hear
Tell me what I wanna hear
And baby make me believe it
Chorus:
Say I'll never be lonely again
I don't need a lover tonight just a friend
I know I'm lost but maybe you found me
Tell me lies and put your arms around me
Say I'll never be lonely again
Help me to pretend
Whisper to me it'll be alright
And it'll be alright
I guess it's you 'n me against the night
And it's a long brutal night
'N if I'm dragging you into my life
That's the price of the ticket
It's good to have you along for the ride
Now speak those words
I don't care if you don't mean it
Chorus
In a world of hurt
You need someone you can bleed on
A true friend
But nothin's ever for sure
Sometimes a friend can be
Long gone
Says she wants to dance real slow
Real slow
It's gettin' late and it's time to go
But just lie once more
Baby make me believe it
You know I'm lost but maybe you found me
Tell me lies and put your arms around me
Say I'll never be lonely again
Help me to pretend
song performed by by 38 Special
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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