So the next contest is again, another set of lyrics. It pertains to a
couple that has been written about.The song is When one 8 Becomes two
Zeros by Glass jaw.
I'm glad that you're near
And I'm sad when you're here
This is what it's like to be me
I'm glad that you're here
And I'm sad that you're near
This is what it's like to die alone.
This all hurts me so much
That I honestly belive
You're the one this is hard for
Iv'e barterd tact for wit
And Iv'e already made up
A billion stories about you.
Knee deep in static
I hear you breaking up
I'm breaking up
I guess we're breaking up
You're not the other woman
You're just another(woman)
Another hobby for a guy like me.
You've given me a heart like a gun
And I'm so shocked that I made it through
These billion days.
I didn't think I could tough it out for those days
A billion.
Knee deep in static
I hear you breaking up
I'm breaking up
I guess we're breaking up
You're not the other woman
You're just another(woman)
Another hobby for a guy like me.
So we're growing?
I'm sure
There's no other I can turn to
Theres no other I can turn to
If not you, heart
Who else can I belive???
Knee deep in static
I hear you breaking up
I'm breaking up
I guess we're breaking up
You're not the other woman
You're just another(woman)
Another hobby for a guy like me.
I hope you enjoy dying alone
Now the contest is....
1. Name who the song represents
2. the song is the thoughts of the certian individual, who are they
thinking about
3. Bonus: A song partial, called Hotel of the White Locust.
Now I kiss up to God my fists
and I pray to keep my head
though I like your pretty eyes better blackened
and my fists all fucking red.
Through sickness and health,
I've kissed up to God two years, I have focused..
On the cameos made by the tiger in the valley of the fucking locust.
Who could ever..
Who the fuck could ever..
Take the place of me?
Who could ever..
Who the fuck could ever..
No one can the place of me?
Wipe...
Wipe off your mouth.
Get up off your knees and make me your god.
Who could ever,
Who the fuck could ever?
It's sexual debauchery you fucking cunt, you fucking whore,
You cost what you're worth.
Followed by a boy like this,
Reignited by all your visits.
As long as your mouth is shut you'll still be fuckin beautiful.
Pack your shit and leave, and take my memories of her with you.
(I don't need to know)
[x10]
...And take her fucking with you
WHo is the character in question talking about here?
Winner of this super contest will wind a aromatherapy prize. the prize
includes cented oil, a lightbulb defuser, incense, an incense holder,
candles, bath salts and some other goodies... Good luck to all!
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