Post by pandora hostage backwell on Jan 27, 2010 17:16:48 GMT -8
» pandorahostagebackwell «
» hollywood undead «
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hi, my name is pandora, but you can call me panda. i'm fifteen years old, and hanging with the sweet tooths. i've been flirting with everyone. and i mean everyone. i'm a little druggie, addicted to that sweet drug never. i'm a bitch, bitter, but deep down, i just want someone to love me.
» cause i don't want to be like this «
i've been running these streets for too long now « best friends
i've got nothing, it's true, but this song now « good friends
but the further i go, i wanna go home. i've « acquaintances
got nothing, it's true, but this song now but the « clique
further i go, i wanna go home. i fucking « childhood friends
swear that i care but it's hard when you « former enemies
stare into the bottom of a bottle that « drinking buddy
is so empty and bare. oh my desolate « fake friend
soul, in my desolate home, it's my « average friends
desolate role, yeah i'm here all alone « friends w/ benefits
i can't think of a reason to get the fuck out of bed « besties
curtains close, lights are off, am i alive or dead « party friend
i haven't shaved in a week, i always slur when i « smoking buds
speak. dollar is at it's peak, another fit just to sleep « no.1 friend
» whoa it's me, i guess i need love «
hoes you see, hoes you see, i'm just in a rut « one night stand
and i swear i'm trying, baby please, baby don't leave « dying love
god damn i'm a fuck up, but i guess that's just me « exes
so i'll sit in my room and i'll cry in my bed « on and off
thinking about all the shit that made me wrong « puppy love
in my head. i keep trying to climb but it seems so steep « fling
pour my self a fucking whiskey and go back to sleep « crush
cause i don't want to be like this. i've been running « lust
these streets for too long, now. i've got nothing, « current
it's true, but this song, now. but the further i go, i « flirting
want to go home. cause i don't wanna be like this « soulmates
i've been running these streets for too long, now « secret lovers
i've got nothing, it's true, but this song, now « fuck buddies
but the further i go, i want to go home « enemies with benefits
» i watched my momma cry «
she says "baby why", i say "baby die". baby's « rivals
gone, like suicide. i don't think you'll see him « enemies
stay out of my room, mom, tell daddy that « exes, bad terms
i hate that motherfucker like you, mom. i sing this « hardcore
shit for you, danny, sasha and jordan. these beers « love-hate
keep getting warmer every time that i hold her « annoyance
i pour this out for you, like a partner in crime. it's « backstabbed
part of the times when you're so sick in the mind « jealousy
yeah i'm sick, i'm so sick of this shit « friends to enemies
yeah i'm lit, i'm so fucked up of it « hate by association
so i stumble around, til i stumble fall down « scared of
to this puddle of tears laying here in the ground « tolerance
when you've got nothing left, you've got nothing « ignored
left to lose. with my last left single breath « betrayed
» i'll still be singing to you «
so when you bury me man, you better bury « family
me deep, and sing along to this song because « classmate
you're broken like me. cause i don't wanna be like « awkard
this, i've been running these streets for too long « rolemodel
now, i've got nothing, it's true, but this song, now « mentor
but the further i go, i wanna go home. cause « good influence
i don't wanna be like this, i've been running « bad influence
these streets for too long, now. i've got nothing « never spoken
it's true, but this song, now. but the further i go « obsession
i wanna go home. and i wanna go back to the « protective over
start, back where we started from. and i know it's been « stalker
and i was wrong, i was wrong. i was wrong all along « other
» the diary
credit goes to taylor at caution 2.0.
color coding goes to color tool mixer.
the amazing lyrics go to the diary
by hollywood undead. don't remove
credit or you'll get bad luck >:][/center][/font][/size]
