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You want more money? People are in poverty.
You want a boyfriend? Someone doesn't even have parents.
You're hungry? A child is starving.
You want to go to the mall? Someone is looking for anything that they can wear just to stay warm.
You're chilly? Others are frozen.
You want those shoes in another color? Others don't even have one pair.
You hate school? Others would love to go to school for one day.
You just want to die? Most people want to live.
Don't waste your time on things that you think you want, because there is always someone out there who needs it much more than you could ever possibly know. 
A black man walks into a cafe & notices he is the only black man there. A white man approaches him & calmly says, "Sorry, sir, no coloured people are allowed here." The black man was infuriated. "Excuse me? When I was born, I was black. When I grew up, I was black. When I'm cold, I'm black. When I go in the sun, I'm black. When I'm sick, I'm black. And when I die, I'll be black. But you, kind sir, when you were born, you were PINK, when you grew up, you were WHITE, when you're cold, you're BLUE, when you go in the sun, you're RED, when you're sick, you're GREEN, & when you die, you'll be PURPLE. And you have the nerve to call me coloured!" 
Life is about who you love and who you hurt
it's about who you makes happy or un-happy on purpose.
It's about how you see yourself.
It's about keeping or betraying trust.
It's about friendship, if you really care or use them.
It's about the things you say and the things you mean.
Everything inspiring and everything hurtful.
What your judgements are and why
and who your judgements are spread to.
It's about who you've ignored with full intention.
It's about getting & giving second chances.
It's about anger, jealousy, fear, ignorance, and revenge.
It's about having hate and love in your life and being able to admit it.
It's about sharing how you feel and why but mostly...
It's about using your life to touch others
in such a way that could have never occured alone.
Only you choose how those lives are affected good or bad.
And those choices are exactly what life is about. 
but i've got a conscience too
and it says my heart's never in tune
with anything i do. 
am on the mend.
At least now I can say that I am trying.
And I hope you will forget things I still lack. 
now you're looking for the secret
but you won't find it
because you're not really looking.
you don't really want to know the secret
you want to be fooled. 
everybody's just a stranger
but thats the danger in going my own way
i guess it's a price i have to pay
still 'everything happens for a reason'
is no reason not to ask myself if i'm living it right 
I don't fear insects or spiders.
At great heights, i jump off, smiling.
In the face of death i wink.
But, when i look into your eyes,
I'm in fear of how much i love you. 
we spend our whole lives
telling ourselves that
everything happens for a reason
when in reality..
it's just that we give reasons
for everything that happens. 
Envy is the ulcer of the soul.- Socrates 
When I got my first guitar, I played until my fingers bled.
Though my parents wished that I were doing something else instead,
I wish they'd understand it isn't something I can choose. 
We are not a common race.
With every generation we become fewer and harder.
We believe more and more in masks and makeup and static and anything to hide who we truly are.
We begin to shield ourselves and our eternally -
exposed searching souls from the bitter outside world where so little beauty remains recognized.
And thus we slowly become as the rest of the unenlightened
- sightless, stone-like, and cynical. 
We might die from medication, but we sure killed all the pain.
But what was normal in the evening by the morning seems insane. 
And me, I'm in my bedroom drawing in
my notebook because my hand thinks
I'm an artist but my heart knows I'm a
poet. Its just the words they mean so little
to me. I cant seem to deal with total trust.
there is something very wrong with me. 
Wouldn't it be nice if I could
melt myself like ice or outrun
my skin and just be pure wind? 
Don't give me choices cause I can't decide
My mind is soaked in words
I've come to terms with all my insecurities
and purity's no friend of mine. 
You're not special,
and just a tad overrated.
I can't wait until you suffer,
or when you end up jaded. 
These are the words of the pop stars.
These are the words of the unsophisticated money machines,
for the killers of rock and roll. 
I read the body count out of the paper
and now it's written all over my face.
No one ever plans to sleep out in the gutter.
Sometimes that's just the most comfortable place. 
Dim the lights, lock the door,
spread your pictures on the floor.
Throw the dust off of our past,
let it all come flooding back.
Because it isn't easy being strong.
And when I can't forget your gone I just
surrender,
and have myself a night to remember.  
Some mother's son lies in a field.
Back home they put his picture in a frame,
but all dead soldiers look the same;
that’s what the politicians think. 
When you're a little kid, you never think that you'll die.
I mean, death is just some obscure, esoteric thing that you see on TV or read about in a book.
Then one day, you realize what it really is.
Then nothing is ever the same again.
From that day on, you're fucked. 
I did my best to make them proud, it just wasn't in me.
I could not fly straight to save my life. 
They're pushing these children for all the wrong reasons,
so far man, you're crushing down their spirits,
suffocate, emancipate, turn their backs & walk away eventually. 
And in this drought of truth & invention,
whoever shouts the loudest, gets the most attention. 
have a friend, he is made mostly of pain.
He wakes up, drives to work, & then straight back home again.
He once cut one of my nightmares out of paper.
I thought it was so beautiful, I put it on a record cover.
I tried to tell him he had a sense of color & composition so magnificent
and he said, "thank you, please, but your flattery is truly not becoming me.
Your eyes are poor, you are blind.
You see, no beauty could have come from me.
I am a waste of breath, of space, of time." 
Welcome to mediocrity, where America's youth are ignorant lemmings.
I have no sense of individuality,
I am what they want me to be, I am ordinary.
Never your own, slaves to image.
Independence can't exist in a cliche,
and that is what you are: stupidity & weakness. 
With music destroyed, we'll only create noise.
Sweet dissonance is all that you have left.
We'll dance across its grave,
the art of singing empty praise with knives of hope and peace, stabbing art to death. 
I lift my head to hear an angel cry, "there is nothing more wasted in this world than life."
And I'd sing the harmony, in attempt to agree,
but I have an awful voice to match the awful life I lead. 
There's a bitter taste
In my mouth and my heart
As I remember our nights
On the hood of your car,
Confusing airplanes with stars.
*written by me* 
And for you,
I've tried perfection.
But I can't,
I need a distraction.
*written by me* 
Our broken voices join together,
Screaming lost love
And forgotten desire.
Our broken voices join together,
Filling the air
With passion and fire.
*written by me* 
The last three I wrote. Not my best, but the ones I wanted to post are on my other computer and I can't remember them right now. It would be nice if you credited if you used any of them, but I won't get bitchy if you don't.
And I couldn't resist that last picture of Jared Leto. <33 Comment and subscribe. <33 | 
