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Birthday: 05/15

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I'm not a person of my words anymore. I exist inside the dream that was started by a child that now lives
Inside of me. I can't play anymore I'm falling off the edge, I'm fighting every urge I've ever had to strike
It down and leave it dead. I make music, pain made me wanna take to it, fate drew it right in front your
******** face use it, right? But there's a different way you view my life so meet me in the middle and
Throw rocks from the room you hide in. I get inside it, how sicks it's mind that it's got me reaching out to
Something like it thought that I was trying to find it. Lost and it's harder than expected, spotlights burn
The side of me that shouldn't be affected. And I try to be simple, don't put me on a pedastle. I'm twice
As ******** as everyone and scared like all the rest of you. Please, all I want is peace when the sunsets, and to
Breathe and taste what hasn't come yet. Listen to my words...
 

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emo party


I'm gonna have myself an emo party
I will invite all of my emo friends
We will put all our records on
and dance and dance and dance
Until we don't feel sad

Shake that booty wipe them tears
Work that body fight them fears
Speak your mind and let them hear
Defend yourself, cause you're not weird
We got balloons and paper plates
Party favors, ice cream cake
Turtle necks and circle frames
One eye's hidden behind my bangs
Got black jeans I got Doc Martens
Skin that's thick and a heart that's hardened
Lives have ended, party started
Pocket full of pencils let's get arty
No big whoop ain't no thang
Dance pants on and a disco brain
I feel no pain, got no nerve endings
Now check the e-vite that I'm sending

I'm gonna have myself an emo party
I will invite all of my emo friends
We will put all our records on
and dance and dance and dance
Until we don't feel sad

I don't wanna be sad no more
I just wanna get on the dance floor
In this case the carpet, might sound far-fetched
Goes into my art and makes me an artist
Why I suffer why I moan
Why I feel bad so bad to the bone!
Grind my teeth demolish my molars
Erratic emotion cause I'm mostly bipolar
Shake that a** write that blog
Get out the word while you work that jaw
Write that poem squirt them guts
You're not alone, yo you're not nuts!
Are you depressed? Suicidal?
Lacking liquids that are vital?
Come to my party, it's like Oz
It's where we go to shake them blahs

I'm gonna have myself an emo party
I will invite all of my emo friends
We will put all our records on
and dance and dance and dance
Until we don't feel sad
[x2]

I don't wanna be sad
[x4]
 
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stupid pic's of me :3