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The night calls me,
teaching me joy and ecstasy
no one can touch me
the pain can't hurt me
when I'm dancing in the moonlight
I can lose myself again and again
It's only midnight where did the party go?
I'm lost and I don't want to come back
so knock another shot back and turn the rock'n'roll up
I'm here to start a fight
and break a few hearts
I'm not going to be a good girl tonight.
The night calls me
so I'll leave you on your own
this little good girl is gone
it's time for Mrz. Hyde to come out now
so don't ask any questions you'll only get lies
I'm going to get drunk and waist my life away
I don't want true love tonight
I just want to have fun
I'm going to forget my broken heart
so lick the whiskey taste off my tongue
and let me loose on the dance floor.
teaching me joy and ecstasy
no one can touch me
the pain can't hurt me
when I'm dancing in the moonlight
I can lose myself again and again
It's only midnight where did the party go?
I'm lost and I don't want to come back
so knock another shot back and turn the rock'n'roll up
I'm here to start a fight
and break a few hearts
I'm not going to be a good girl tonight.
The night calls me
so I'll leave you on your own
this little good girl is gone
it's time for Mrz. Hyde to come out now
so don't ask any questions you'll only get lies
I'm going to get drunk and waist my life away
I don't want true love tonight
I just want to have fun
I'm going to forget my broken heart
so lick the whiskey taste off my tongue
and let me loose on the dance floor.
Literature
Untitled
"I love you."
Said too much, too fast, and with never enough feeling.
Those words have lost their meaning to me.
Literature
Unsung Writers
Clanging, shattering, ear-splitting screams,
Howling, hollering, harrowing yowls,
Listen, listen to the words we have to say,
For we are the Unsung Writers.
Boisterous jubilant laughter ringing throughout hallways,
Heart-wrenching soulful sobs echoing throughout the bowels of the household,
Listen, listen to the words we have to say,
For we are the Unsung Writers.
Boiling rage pulsing throughout the body,
Thoughts sparking over contemplation over today's society,
Listen, listen to the words we have to say,
For we are the Unsung Writers.
Desperately begging for the attention of the world,
We have so much to offer if you would only
Literature
Untitled
I look on with pestilence
hidden beneath a thin veil of civility,
far too thin to hide such vastness
and it cracks,
the shards of my visage
crumble beneath your unbecoming joy
and you are affront with an ocean,
a sea of unvarnished wanting.
You're adrift in my rapids
and the sky cries pitifully for you
and the winds whisper apologies
but do not trust either.
The sky wants only to drown you
and the winds are not worthy of your trust.
Poseidon beckons to you
and I volley curses like his tridents
Which I'll never touch.
I am nothing and while you look upon my vastness
with optimism
I look on with pestilence
hiding an opaque sorrow
I will not m
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Mz. Hyde, love that song.
Great work, as usual!
Great work, as usual!