Okay I’ve had it.
I’m sick and tired of people trying to say WHO THE FUCK I AM.
YOU ALL WANT ME TO BE SOMETHING I CANNOT BE. QUIT FUCKING MESSING WITH ME. YOU’RE SLOWLY DRIVING ME INSANE. DO YOU WANT TO BE RESPONISBLE FOR MAKING SOME GIRL KILL PEOPLE ALL BECAUSE YOU TEASED AND TORMENTED HER BECAUSE SHE WAS FUCKING DIFFERENT? WELL? WELL?!?!? FUCKING ANSWER ME NOW!YOU WANNA CALL ME SOMETHING? CALL ME SAINT-FUCKING-JIMMY CUZ REALLY NONE OF YOU HAVE THE FUCKING RIGHT TO CALL ME BY MY NAME. I’VE FUCKING HAD IT YOU FUCKING GOD DAMN CUNTS. YOU DON’T LIKE ME? GET THE FUCK OVER IT. YOU DON’T KNOW HALF OF WHAT I’VE BEEN THROUGH. SO SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY. WHY THE FUCK DO TRY? WHY?! WHY WHY WHY?! I’m fucking shaking now you bastards. I hope you’re fucking glad. I have a half a mind to go tear up on of my dad’s razors and just fucking slash at my wrists..
But I won’t..
Why?
Because fourtnatly I have people who care for me..I have friends that’d hate me if I did it.
I did it once..I’m not doing it again…
Platypus (I hate you)
Your rise and fall
Back up against the wall
What goes around is coming back and haunting you
It’s time to quit
Cause you ain’t worth the shit
Under my shoes or the piss on the ground
No one loves you and you know it
Don’t pretend that you enjoy it or you don’t care
Cause now I wouldn’t lie or tell
you all the things you want to hear
I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU
I heard you’re sick
Sucked on that cancer stick
A throbbing tumor and a radiation high
Shit out of luck
And now your time is up
It brings me pleasure just to know you’re going to die
Dickhead, fuckface, cock smoking, mother fucking,
Asshole, dirty twat, waste of semen, I hope you die HEY
Red eye, code blue
I’d like to strangle you
And watch your eyes bulge right out of your skull
When you go down
Head first into the ground
I’ll stand above you just to piss on your grave
There’s the PERFECT fucking song ((Written by Billie…thank you Billie I’ll give you a cookie later…xD)) that shows how I fucking feel about you twats.
Here’s this song that I just quickly threw together:
You think you’re something SPECIAL.
When you’re not.
Drop the ‘I’m cool act’ it ain’t suiting you..
Chorus: You fucking suck Quit it with the stupid act.
You’re nothing but a piece of shit.
Rest in Pieces I’ll see you in hell.
It’s cuz of your stupid friends. You think
ya have to be like society says..
You fucking suck Quit it with the stupid act.
You’re nothing but a piece of shit.
Rest in Pieces I’ll see you in hell.
FUCK YOU.
There ya go. Like it? Good fuck you. I would send it to you all but I don’t want the paper to be burned by touching your hands.
Now I have to take something I said earlier today..
“See that’s the difference between me and my friends and you. We do what we want you do what you’re told and what society tells you to do.”
Yes face it you bastards. You cannot be your own fucking self. You listen to what other people say and go by that. Grow the fuck up already.
You wanna see the TWO songs that describe me? Well you’re seein’ ‘em anyway.
JESUS OF SUBURBIA
I. JESUS OF SUBURBIA
I’m the son of rage and love,
The Jesus of suburbia,
From the bible of “none of the above”,
On a steady diet of soda pop and ritalin,
No one ever died for my sins in hell,
As far as I can tell,
At least the ones I got away with
But there’s nothing wrong with me,
This is how I’m supposed to be,
In a land of make believe,
That don’t believe in me
Get my television fix,
Sitting on my crucifix,
The living room in my private womb,
While the Mom’s and Brad’s are away,
To fall in love and fall in debt,
To alcohol and cigarettes and Mary Jane,
To keep me insane and doing someone else’s cocaine
II. CITY OF THE DAMNED
At the center of the earth,
In the parking lot,
Of the 7-11 where I was taught,
The motto was just a lie
It says: home is where your heart is,
But what a shame,
‘Cause everyone’s heart,
Doesn’t beat the same,
We’re beating out of time
City of the dead,
At the end of another lost highway,
Signs misleading to nowhere,
City of the damned,
Lost children with dirty faces today,
No one really seems to care
I read the graffiti,
In the bathroom stall,
Like the holy scriptures in a shopping mall,
And so it seemed to confess,
It didn’t say much,
But it only confirmed that,
The center of the earth,
Is the end of the world
And I could really care less
III. I DON’T CARE
I don’t care if you don’t,
I don’t care if you don’t,
I don’t care if you don’t care
I don’t care if you don’t,
I don’t care if you don’t,
I don’t care if you don’t care
I don’t care if you don’t,
I don’t care if you don’t,
I don’t care if you don’t care
I don’t care if you don’t,
I don’t care if you don’t,
I don’t care if you don’t care
Everyone Is So Full Of Shit!
Born and raised by hypocrites,
Hearts recycled but never saved,
From the cradle to the grave,
We are the kids of war and peace,
From Anaheim to the middle east,
We are the stories and disciples of,
The Jesus Of Suburbia
Land of make believe,
And it don’t believe in me,
Land of make believe,
And I don’t believe,
And I don’t care!
IV. DEARLY BELOVED
Dearly beloved, are you listening?
I can’t remember a word that you were saying,
Are we demented? Or am I disturbed?
The space that’s in between insane and insecure
Oh therapy can you please fill the void?
Am I Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?
Nobody’s perfect and I stand accused,
For the lack of a better word, and that’s my best excuse
V. TALES FROM ANOTHER BROKEN HOME
To live and not to breathe,
Is to die in tragedy,
To run, to run away,
To find what you believe,
And I leave behind,
This hurricane of fucking lies,
I lost my faith to this,
This town that don’t exist
So I run,
I run away
To the light of masochists,
And I leave behind,
This hurricane of fucking lies,
And I walked this line,
A million and one fucking times,
But not this time
I don’t feel any shame,
I won’t apologize
When there ain’t nowhere you can go,
Running away from pain,
When you’ve been victimized,
Tales from another broken home
You’re leaving…
You’re leaving…
You’re leaving…
Ah you’re leaving home…
ST.JIMMY
St. Jimmy’s comin’ down across the alleyway
Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade
Light of a silhouette
He’s insubordinate
Coming at you on the count of 1,2,1,2,3,4!
My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out
Suicide commando that your momma talked about
King of the forty theives
And I’m here to represent
That needle in the vein of the establishment
I’m the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal
Cigarettes and ramen and a little bag of dope
I am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allen Poe
Raised in the city under a halo of lights
The product of war and fear that we’ve been victimized
I’m the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal
ARE YOU TALKING TO ME?
I’ll give you something to cry about.
ST. JIMMY!
My name is St. Jimmy I’m a son of a gun
I’m the one that’s from the way outside
I’m a teenage assassin executing some fun
In the cult of the life of crime.
I really hate to say it but I told you so
So shut your mouth before I shoot you down old boy
Welcome to the club and give me some blood
And the resident leader at the lost and found
It’s comedy and tragedy
It’s St. Jimmy
And that’s my nameeeeeee…and don’t wear it out!
You wanna talk to me? Fine and Dandy. Just as long as you fucking call me St.Jimmy cuz that’s who I am not bastards. Thanks alot.
-yawns- It’s finally summer!! ^_^ Yay! Now I just have to wait for Aya and Joey to get off school…>.<. -mutters-
Anyyywaaay..
My birthday’s in 10 days!!! Haha…=D Oh! When my dad gets a new job…I’M GETTING AN ELECTRIC GUITAR!! WEEE!! Haha..maybe I’ll be able to put some music to my songs..~_^ lol
Um…what else…
Billie’s still a total ass…<_< AS usual...let's just hope Joey doesn't turn out the same way..wait..he already has..damn..DAMN YOU BILLIE JOE!!!
Haha..anyways…I chatted to Tre a lil bit yesterday…then he smashed pizza against the wall…and yea..
NYWAY I gotta go..and..do..something..like bug my dad..
Bye!!! ^___________^
