Find a Reason To Live

Everybody wantsto be
'hip' or 'cool'
but thats not what matters in life
living does
nobody knows why we're here
or for how long
so let's use the time wisley
nobody cares if you're cool or not
nobody cares about what paris hilton did last night
people
need
to
find
a
rea son
to
live

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Why can I never?

Why can I never make myself happy?
Why do I always try to make everybody else besides myself happy?
Why is everyone else happy?
I just would like to be happy
I was
Best summer of my life
Then it was the worst winter of my life
I want to be happy again
I want to stop making everybody else happy
Why do I do this to myself?

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Valentines day?

Lucky sons of a b******
They get to celabrate their love life
But what do the people who don't have/did have a love life do
Just sit and wait
Oor sit and watch?
Everybody should have a valentine
It dosen't matter if their ugly or anything
Nothing stops love
So
If you see comeone who doesn't have a valentine
Make them yours
Don't think they don't want one
Everybody wants one

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Summer of Love/Winter of Hate

A summer to love
A summer of happiness
A summer of love
Everything was perfect
Just how i thought
Everything I wanted
Everything I hoped for
Every girl's dream
But only to be violently ended
By mistakes we both made
Now every girl's nightmare
Suffering of pain and misery
A winter of hate
A winter of emotions
I wish I could control
But I wish I can
I wish we could go back
And relive a summer of love
A summer of happiness
I wish we could fix everything

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Keep It Together

I have to hold it in
Keep my self from shattering into a million pieces
For you
To cause you less pain
Seeing me like that
And I'm sorry if I cry to much
I'm sorry if im too emotional for you
If you can't handle me at my worst
Then u sure as hell don't deserve me at my best
I just want to make you happy
But i don't know how to do that
When i'm not even happy myself
The only way that I can make you happy
Is by being happy myself
But i can only make myself happy if im with you
which i cant be

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Memory Walkway

O how I miss those times
Those times with you
Those times when i felt so happy
Those times when we were both so happy
And now it's all gone
And we can't get it back
It's all gone
Forever
O how I wish i could go back
And relive my mistakes
Relive those times
Be happy again
For once
In my life I was happy
Nothing else could've brought me down
Until the day that it ended
The day it all cam crashing down on me
Everything died
Nothing was fine
Everybody thinks I'm happy

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As she lies Dying (part two)

This time they know
They know her seceret
They are doing just as she thought they would do
And agian, they start chanting
But this time she doesen't do it
All she does is keep on walking down the hallway
They start saying mean things like' Look, she's thinking of a
comback! ', 'Idiot.', or 'Freak! '
When they say those things, it always makes her want to do it more
But she knows it's the wrong thing to do
Now she is at home
Sitting on her bed
She does this everyday
It is her usual routine
As she lies there she takes the razor
Digs it in her wrist
As she does this she cries
She cries painful tears
But what she dosen't know
Is that he mom can see her doing this

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As She Lies Dying (pt 2)

This time they know
They know her seceret
They are doing just as she thought they would do
And agian, they start chanting
But this time she doesen't do it
All she does is keep on walking down the hallway
They start saying mean things like' Look, she's thinking of a
comback! ', 'Idiot.', or 'Freak! '
When they say those things, it always makes her want to do it more
But she knows it's the wrong thing to do
Now she is at home
Sitting on her bed
She does this everyday
It is her usual routine
As she lies there she takes the razor
Digs it in her wrist
As she does this she cries
She cries painful tears
But what she dosen't know
Is that he mom can see her doing this

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