I haven't been roleplaying much [or posting at all, for that matter] because I've been really sick. I'm just getting back on right now. However, I won't be able to post much in a week's time, because I'll be starting high school, and my time on the dear computer will be limited.
So, because I'm bored, and nobody seems to ever be online anymore, I'm going to post lyrics to my two favorite songs.
"Passive," A Perfect Circle.
"Dead as dead can be," my doctor tells me. I just can't believe him - never the optimistic one. I'm sure of your ability to become my perfect enemy.
Wake up and face me, don't play dead, 'cause maybe someday I will walk away and say, "You disappoint me." Maybe you're better off this way.
Leaning over you here, cold and catatonic, I catch a brief reflection of what you could and might have been. It's your right and your ability to become my perfect enemy.
Wake up and face me, don't play dead, 'cause maybe someday I will walk away and say, "You disappoint me." Maybe you're better off this way.
Maybe you're better off this way. Maybe you're better off this way. Maybe you're better off this way. Maybe you're better off this way... you're better off this... you're better off this... maybe you're better off.
Wake up and face me, don't play dead, 'cause maybe someday I will walk away and say, "You ******** disappoint me." Maybe you're better off this way.
Go ahead and play dead. I know that you can hear this. Go ahead and play dead. Why can't you turn and face me? Why can't you turn and face me? Why can't you turn and face me? You ******** disappoint me.
Passive-aggressive bullshit.
"Morning Calls," Dashboard Confessional.
Morning calls for pain relief, a line above the step beneath the worst that you could do - and the best that you could hope for is only the best.
Tepid waters chase the pills with turpentine and chamomile, and don't get cheap with the wine. You need to be up all of the time.
Sheild your eyes, conceal your lies.
Don't blink, everyone's watching. They'll think you're up to something. They need for you to be everything that they cannot.
Morning calls for pain relief, a line above the step beneath the worst that you could do - and the best that you could hope for is only the best.
Tepid waters chase the pills with turpentine and chamomile, and don't get cheap with the wine. You need to be up all of the time, all of the time.
Sheild your eyes, conceal your lies.
Don't blink, everyone's watching. They'll think you're up to something. They need for you to be everything that they cannot be themselves.
So, because I'm bored, and nobody seems to ever be online anymore, I'm going to post lyrics to my two favorite songs.
"Passive," A Perfect Circle.
"Dead as dead can be," my doctor tells me. I just can't believe him - never the optimistic one. I'm sure of your ability to become my perfect enemy.
Wake up and face me, don't play dead, 'cause maybe someday I will walk away and say, "You disappoint me." Maybe you're better off this way.
Leaning over you here, cold and catatonic, I catch a brief reflection of what you could and might have been. It's your right and your ability to become my perfect enemy.
Wake up and face me, don't play dead, 'cause maybe someday I will walk away and say, "You disappoint me." Maybe you're better off this way.
Maybe you're better off this way. Maybe you're better off this way. Maybe you're better off this way. Maybe you're better off this way... you're better off this... you're better off this... maybe you're better off.
Wake up and face me, don't play dead, 'cause maybe someday I will walk away and say, "You ******** disappoint me." Maybe you're better off this way.
Go ahead and play dead. I know that you can hear this. Go ahead and play dead. Why can't you turn and face me? Why can't you turn and face me? Why can't you turn and face me? You ******** disappoint me.
Passive-aggressive bullshit.
"Morning Calls," Dashboard Confessional.
Morning calls for pain relief, a line above the step beneath the worst that you could do - and the best that you could hope for is only the best.
Tepid waters chase the pills with turpentine and chamomile, and don't get cheap with the wine. You need to be up all of the time.
Sheild your eyes, conceal your lies.
Don't blink, everyone's watching. They'll think you're up to something. They need for you to be everything that they cannot.
Morning calls for pain relief, a line above the step beneath the worst that you could do - and the best that you could hope for is only the best.
Tepid waters chase the pills with turpentine and chamomile, and don't get cheap with the wine. You need to be up all of the time, all of the time.
Sheild your eyes, conceal your lies.
Don't blink, everyone's watching. They'll think you're up to something. They need for you to be everything that they cannot be themselves.
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