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I used to think it was us.I used to think it was you.But now all I can thinkIs dreams never come true.Was it me, Baby?Was it no use?Is there a reasonDreams never come true?I can't stand wishinOn stars that deceive.I can't be with youWhen you can't believe.I don't know what happenedTo what we thought we knew...But now it makes senseSince dreams never come true.

So aloneI'm turning to stoneThe blood in my veinsJust spilled on the groundAnd no one's aroundBut pain I causedFor us bothIt's a demon whose faceHas already shownI thought being grownMeant making mistakesBut taking the blameAnd erasing the painAnd when that seed's sownKnowing...

Only nothingness exists, but I don't give a shit... too dead inside to care.

I could be the one to cherish youTo always let you know I'm there for youTo be the rock to hold you upWhen you feel like you'll fallIf you're not afraid you'll failYou might find Heaven in your HellIn these arms that'd carry youIf you think you've lost it all

I wish you could find the sameBecause in your brainYou seem to think that it's okTo leave someone hurting in such a wayBreaking hearts, tearing apartAll inclinationTo move past sentimental sensationBroken angel, maybe of my own creation

I wishYou weren’t the oneTo hurt meYou always knewJust what not to sayYou really liked to lure meInto a false sense of hopeAnd for fun, turn right aroundAnd just take it all away

Along you go but can't seem to holdOnto the only thing you've ever knownBlinded by their lights that they burn your eyesActing likeThey never meantTo cause you pain, to cause discontentBut the lies you despiseThey force feed more to never realizeOr simply care nothing and watch you work your wayTo insanity and self-decay

You'll regret the choices that you've made,Old ManHappy Father's Day!Now the uncaring father's sonIs a manOut bravin this life on his ownWithout his father's loveSometimes so alone

Hand to faceAm I realNot at all the oneTaste, lipsFeelHoping for more... but noneDid you imagineWe could do this hereI'm no oneI'm just the man thatMade it clear that I want you closeI could beEverything you ever wanted to haveSymbol of... of... of the thing you needed most

A comprehensive look at the life and continuing influence of 16th-century scientific genius and occultist Dr. John Dee • Presents an overview of Dee’s scientific achievements, intelligence and spy work, imperial strategizing, and his work developing methods to communicate with angels •...

Could I still be a manIf all of this makes me cryMaybe I'm not doin all I canCuz maybeAll your promises were liesMaybe everythingWe thought we had is goneMaybe that's whyI wanna break down n die

Kirstine Stewart, the CBCs executive vice-president in charge of English programming, has the most difficult job in Canadian media. Up against huge budget cuts, the Internet, corporate media giants, and millions of taxpaying critics, she is fighting back with an array of mass-appeal reality TV and sitcoms...

All thisMakes me sickSo much moan and pissLike I could ever give a shitEveryone everywhereIs always lookin at meThey stop and stareAnd then blow past meExcept all the onesI thought that matteredThey try to bring me down,Surround me like some hypocritesThinkin my ego'll shatter

This is a short collection of poetic works.Here is a sample:I don’t mind that I’m forgotten lots of times,Spinning around without anyone to come to findA way to push me back to stop.Anything like that would be too much of a luxury,And I don’t seem to deserve more than misery,Without company.These memories are supposed to be comforting,But instead of that, they’re numbing me