x3

7.12am friday morning

i'm sick of coloured hair
don't care about what you wear
i hate the things i see
don't care about anarchy
i'm sick of boring bands
rock stars and all their fans
the new wave overtones
and all the leather jacket clones

i'm sick of pins and chains
hard drugs and dizzy brains
i'm sick of cheap romance
people who never dance
i'm sick of all the drunks
the poseurs and the punks
the stupid things they've done
i'm getting sick of everyone
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about ss1.

this is it,
the darkest hour
isn't it depressing?
how our minds create an atmosphere
that won't happen here
unless we make some new demands
to grasp the future in our hands
you know i wish i could but its too late
for senseless minds that love to hate

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sometimes i think of old friends
but they all seem the same
chancers and whores,
then i see them,
and they can't remember my name
i guess i'm just like them,
probably i'm just a bore
i could hate them,
but i've never done that before
i've got lots of good friends,
i don't seem to need any more

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if your whole life feels incomplete
learn this song and sing yourself to sleep

anger turns to hatred - as the nights turn into days
people disappoint me in so many different ways
close your eyes - drift off to sleep
this song i sing is yours to keep

love belongs to no one - no one seems to care
i'm convinced that you could change my mind
if you were there