May 16, 2015
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This song!
Antidepressant help?
Idk if I've asked this before, but does anyone taking Citalopram (Cipramil, Celapram etc) have trouble falling asleep if you take it too late? I've always taken it at night but find that if I take it right before going to bed, I can't sleep :/
Horrorshow - Celapram
One of these days I'm gonna shut my eyes forever So tired of seeing what's wrong with life And as much as I wish that I got along better With these people I've heard it written that every flower withers So I carve up my palm just to bleed these inscriptions Sometimes it's a given, sometimes it's not And we struggle with the pieces to the puzzle of the plot And all I see on my CD shelves Are the pieces of me that probably need help Like I don't eat good, so I've always got the hunger pains Rocking baggy clothes to hide the fact that I'm underweight I bust a phrase to escape cause I'm feeling stuck for days Nothing changes but the motherfucking date It's such a shame, see the structure crumble and fade Until you're left with nothing but some dust on the clay Life gets ugly, writing rhymes to Jeff Buckley A cold and broken "Hallelujah" for this crash test dummy I've been accepting the past, I've been the first to cry Now I'm hoping I'll be the last to laugh In this paradoxical existence Where the oxygen we breathe to live corrodes our bodies and kills us If I could hold my breath for eternity Then I'd live forever but never deliver these words I speak I can't do this anymore mum Sick of the baggage under my eyes, the vanity of my forearms I hate my body, it's just a shell for my soul And my songs will live on long after my bell has been tolled And would you even cry? Could you move on with your life or would you need to know the reason why? I'm feeling grand and poetic Might the Kurt Cobain route and blow my fucking brains out, there, I said it Sometimes I need to talk to someone, I'm just not sure who That feeling of the morning after, the lockjaw blues And I can't write about the breakup, been numb for too long Every day is like a breakdown, I can't seem to move on So what I crack a few smiles? It's all futile The Grey Space, Hip Hop, Beyondblue star Waiting for the beat to stop in this game of musical chairs I'm just a kid trying to make something beautiful, there One of these days I'm gonna shut my eyes forever So tired of seeing what's wrong with life And as much as I wish that I got along better With these people, don't you think that there's a reason why?
One of these days I'm gonna shut my eyes forever So tired of seeing what's wrong with life And as much as I wish that I got along better With these people, don't you think that there's a reason why?
One of these days I'm gonna shut my eyes forever, So tired of seeing what's wrong with life, As much as I wish that I got along better with these people. I've heard it written, that every flower withers, So I carve up my palm just to bleed these inscriptions. Sometimes it's a given, sometimes it's not, And we struggle with the pieces to the puzzle of the plot. And all I see on my CD shelves are the pieces of me that probably need help, Like I don't eat good, so I've always got the hunger pains, Rocking baggy clothes to hide the fact that I'm underweight. I bust a phrase to escape cause I'm feeling stuck for days, Nothing changes but the mother fucking date. It's such a shame, see the structure crumble and fade, Until you're left with nothing but some dust on the plate. Life gets ugly, writing rhymes to Jeff Buckley, A cold and broken Hallelujah for this crash test dummy. I can accept in the past I've been the first to cry, Now I'm hoping I'll be the last to laugh. In this paradox of non- existence, Where the oxygen we breathe to live corrodes our bodies and kills us, If I could hold my breath for eternity, then I'd live forever but never deliver these words I speak. I can't do this anymore Mum, Sick of the baggage under my eyes, the vanity of my forearms, I hate my body, it's just a shell for my soul, And my songs will live on long after my bell has been tolled. And would you even cry, could you move on with your life, Or would you need to know the reason why? I'm feeling grand and poetic, Might take the Kurt Cobain route, and blow my fucking brains out. There, I said it. Sometimes I need to talk to someone, I'm just not sure who, That feeling of the morning after, the locked-jaw blues, And I can't write about the breakup, been numb for too long, Everyday is like a break down, I can't seem to move on. So what I crack a few smiles, it's all futile. The grey space, hip-hop, beyond blue star. Waiting for the beat to stop in this game of musical chairs, I'm just a kid tryna make something beautiful. One of these days I'm gonna shut my eyes forever, So tired of seeing what's wrong with life, And as much as I wish that I got along better with these people, Don't you think that there's a reason why?
Celapram - Horrorshow
Legit reckon there'd be enough pills in my room alone for me to OD on. Don't think 16 year olds are sposed to have so much medication :$
One of these I'm gonna shut my eyes forever, so tired of seeing what wrong with life
I can't do this anymore Mum, Sick of the baggage under my eyes, The vanity of my forearms, I hate my body, it's just a shell for my soul..
Horrowshow
one of these days I'm gonna shut my eyes forever
so tired of seeing whats wrong with life and as much as I wish that I got along better with these people... I've heard it written that every flower withers So I carve up my palm just to bleed these inscriptions Sometimes it's a given sometimes it's not And we struggle with the pieces to the puzzle of the plot And all I see on my CD shelves are the pieces of me that probably need help Like I don't eat good so I've always got the hunger pains Rocking baggy clothes to hide the fact that I'm underweight I bust a phrase to escape coz I'm feeling stuck for days Nothing changes but the motherfucking date It's such a shame See the structure crumble and fade until you're left with nothing but some dust on ya plate Life gets ugly writing rhymes to Jeff Buckley A cold and broken Hallelujah for this crash test dummy I can accept in the past I've been the first to cry Now I'm hoping I'll be the last to laugh In this paradox of non-existence where the oxygen we breathe to live corrodes our body and kills us If I could hold my breath for eternity then I'd live forever but never deliver these words I speak I can't do this anymore mum sick of the baggage under my eyes the vanity of my forearms I hate my body It's just a shell for my soul and my songs will live on long after my bell has been tolled And would you even cry? Could you move on with your life or would you need to know the reason why? I'm feeling grand and poetic Might take the Kurt Cobain route and blow my fucking brains out There, I said it. Sometimes I need to talk to someone I'm just not sure who That feeling of the morning after the lock-jawed blues And I can't write about the break up been numb for too long Everyday is like a break down I can't seem to move on So what I crack a few smiles? It's all futile. The grey space hip-hop beyond blue star Waiting for the beat to stop in this game of musical chairs I'm just a kid tryna make something beautiful. one of these days I'm gonna shut my eyes forever so tired of seeing whats wrong with life and as much as I wish that I got along better with these people don't you think that there's a reason why?