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Peex :: SHENA ARMSTRONG ღ

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12 ƒɑns ღ
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I'M THE SON OF RAGE & 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 DEAD FOR MY SINS IN HELL. AS FAR AS I CAN TELL AT LEAST THE ONES I GOT AWAY WITH. AND THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH ME, THIS IS HOW I AM SUPPOSED TO BE. IN A LAND OF MAKE BELIEVE, THAT'S DON'T BELIEVE IN ME. GET MY TELEVISION FIX SITTING ON MY CRUCIFIX. THE LIVING ROOM ON MY PRIVATE WOMB. WHILE THE MOMS AND BRATS ARE AWAY. TO FALL IN LOVE, WE FALL IN DEBT, TO ALCOHOL & CIGARETTE AND MARY JANE TO KEEP ME INSANE DOING SOMEONE ELSE'S COCAINE.AND THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH ME, THIS IS HOW I AM SUPPOSED TO BE. IN A LAND OF MAKE BELIEVE, THAT'S DON'T BELIEVE IN ME. AT THE CENTER OF THE EART, IN A PARKING LOT, OF THE 7-11 WERE I WAS TAUGHT. THE MOTTO WAS JUST A LIE. ITS SAYS HOME IS WERE YOU'RE HEART IS, BUT WHAT A SHAME CAUSE EVERYONE'S HEART. DOESN'T BEAT THE SAME IT'S 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 FACE TODAY. NO ONE REALLY SEEMS TO CARE. I READ THE GRAFFITY IN THE BATHROOM STALL , LIKE THE HOLY SCRIPTURES OF 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 . CITY OF THE DEAD OF 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 DON'T CARE IF YOU DON'T CARE...I DON'T CARE! EVERYONE IS SO FULL OF SHIT, BORN AND RAISED BY HYPOCRITES, HEARTS RECYCLED BUT NEVER SAVED, FROM THE CRADLES TO THE GRAVE. WE ARE THE KID OF WAR AND PEACE FROM ANAHEIM TO THE MIDDLE EAST. WE ARE THE STORIES AND THE DISCIPLES OF..THE JESUS OF SUBURBIA! LAND OF MAKE BELIEVE, AND I DON'T BELIEVE IN ME, LAND OF MAKE BELIEVE AND I DON'T BELIEVE IN ME..I DON'T CARE. DEARLY BELOVED ARE LISTENING? I CAN'T REMEMBER A WORD THAT YOU WERE SAYING. ARE WE DEMENTER OR I AM DISTURBED? THE SPACE THAT'S IN BETWEEN INSANE AND INSECURE. OH THERAPY CAN YOU PLEASE FILL THE VOID? AM I RETARDED OR AM I JUST OVERJOYED?
NOBODY'S PERFECT AND I STAND ACCUSED. FOR LACK OF A BETTER WORD AND THAT'S MY BEST EXCUSE.. TO LIVE AND NOT TO BREATH, IS TO DIE IN TRAGEDY. TO RUN, TO RUN AWAY. TO FIGHT WHAT YOU BELIEVE..AND I LEAVE BEHIND THIS HURRICANE OF FUCKING LIES. AND I WALK THIS LINE A MILION ONE FUCKING TIMES , BUT NOT THIS TIME.....I DON'T FEEL ANYSHAME, I WON'T APOLOGIZE. WHEN THERE AIN'T NOWHERE WE CAN GO. RUNNING AWAY FROM THE PAIN WHEN YOU'VE BEEN VICTIMIZED. TALES FROM ANOTHER BROCKEN HOMES..
AND YOU'RE LEAVING, YOU'RE LEAVING , YOU'RE LIVING, AH YOU'RE LIVING HOME!?

GREEN DAY _ JESUS OF SUBURBIA

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