dawn

Ask yourself a question, anyone but me, I am free-sp

Life’s a bummer, when you’re a Hummer… Life’s a drag.

And no one’s asking for the truth, so let me tell you, if you spend your love around, the secrets of your dreams, You may find your love is gone, and it’s not quite what it seems. To appear to disappear..

Chicks just get in the way.

Right on, motherfucker-..

Bring the light…

Beauty lives forever..

When I was quick, it coursed through open veins..

If I were dead, would my records sell?

Too young to die, too rich to care, to fucking swear that I was there…

Kiss and kill me sweetly, ride that telephone.

Living makes me sick, so sick I wish I’d die.

Cast the pearls aside, love a simple life of need.

And once again, you’ll pretend to know me well, we’re friends..

Farewell, good night, last one out turn out the lights, and let me be.. let me die inside.. let me know the way, through this world of hate, in you.

I bleed enough.

Until the bitter, bitter, end of the world..

Ain’t it funny, how we pretend we’re still like child?

And They all want you to change.

I don’t live, I inhale.

Dead eyes, Dead eyes, are you just like me?

You say I’m tragic, I say it’s magic, kid.

There’s some fanboy shit for ya…

Love it or hate it, he’s a good writer 👍

So if you get jealous of artists, and you want to feel like them, you cop their style..

And it makes you a bitch.

So the next part, might be separating artists from art, and digging in ,to observe.

Learning what you can, try to learn.. better yet, wonder why you listen.

Everybody wants to tell you something, why would you choose to listen to these select few ?

Hhheavy questions…

If you saw the people around me, you wouldn’t want to listen to them either.

You would not trust them for wisdom and guidance..

You’d have to be a fool..

(hey little boy, you’re going to hell…”

That’s Metallica, right?

From the South Park movie, when Kenny was going to hell..