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You seem to replace
Your brain with your heart
You take things so hard
And then you fall apart

You try to explain
But before you can start
Those cry baby tears
Come out of the dark

Someone's turning the handle
To that faucet in your eyes
You pour it out
Where everyone can see

Your heart's too big for your body
It's why you won't fit inside
You pour it out
Where everyone can see

They call you cry baby
Cry baby
But you don't fucking care
Cry baby, cry baby
So you laugh through your tears

Cry baby, cry baby
'Cause you don't fucking care
Tears fall to the ground
We'll just let them drown

We'll just let them drown
Cry baby, cry baby

You're all on your own and
You lost all your friends
You told yourself that
It's not you, it's them

You're one of a kind
And no one understands
But those cry baby tears
Keep coming back again

Someone's turning the handle
To that faucet in your eyes
You pour it out
Where everyone can see

Your heart's too big for your body
It's why you won't fit inside
You pour it out
Where everyone can see

They call you cry baby
Cry baby
But you don't fucking care
Cry baby, cry baby
So you laugh through your tears

Cry baby, cry baby
'Cause you don't fucking care
Tears fall to the ground
We'll just let them drown
Cry baby, cry baby
We'll just let them drown
Cry baby, cry baby
We'll just let them drown

I look at you and
I see myself
And I know you better
Than anyone else

And I have the same faucet in my eyes
So your tears are mine

They call me cry baby
Cry baby
But I don't fucking care
Cry baby, cry baby
I laugh through my tears

Cry baby, cry baby
'Cause I don't fucking care
Tears fall to the ground
I just let them drown

Cry baby, cry baby
I just let them drown
Cry baby, cry baby
We'll just let them drown
Cry baby, cry baby
I just let them drown
Cry baby, cry baby
We'll just let them drown
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I am a lion and I want to be free
Do you see a lion when you look inside of me
Outside the window just to watch you as you sleep
'Cause I am a lion born from things you can not be
How can I sleep at night there's a war inside my head
I found a lion hidden right beneath my bed
I will not hide myself from the tears that you have shed
'Cause I am a lion, and you are dead
Heres a story of everything we'll ever be
You can hide but some of us can never leave
And if you go I don't need those little things
They remind me of all our little dreams
Can you hear the words, all I can say
We can watch the world even if they walk away
Forget about tomorrow, tomorrow is today
You where born a lion and a lion you will stay
I am a lion and I want to be free
Do you see the lion when you look inside of me
Outside the window just to watch you as you sleep
'Cause I am a lion born from things you can not be
Remember an army of all those little kids
Livin' life like they only get a little bit
It's hard to fight when you're born in the middle-end
I'd rather die then watch you givin' in
I'm sorry daughter but you're fathers not the same
I can look into your eyes and I swear that I will change
But tomorrow is tomorrow so forgive me if I say you can hide
Beneath the covers while I hide behind the pain
After all only so much we can say
Words can lose their meaning once you walk away
Promise me that you'll love me, watch me as I fade
I'll give you all the things that these lions never gave
The hands on the clock and the things we cannot change
Tearin' out the pieces and take back what I made
If there's one thing I'd keep, it's you that I would save
'Cause I am just a lion and a lion I will stay
I am a lion and I want to be free
Do you see the lion when you look inside of me
Outside the window just to watch you as you sleep
'Cause I am a lion born from things you cannot be
Hey! I never meant to let go
All I want and you're all I'll ever wanna know
Can't hide in the attic of a pretty home
Of a pretty home, of a pretty home
Hey! I never meant to let go
All I want and you're all I ever wanna know
Can't hide in the attic of a pretty home
Of a pretty home, of a pretty home
Hey!
I am a lion and I want to be free
Do you see the lion when you look inside of me
Outside the window just to watch you as you sleep
'Cause I am a lion born from things you can not be
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© Jude Gurr

I'll walk down the aisle all alone
No ones there they all went home

I see the coffin I see your face
How could you do such a disgrace

I can't hear your voice I can't speak your name
This doesn't feel like before it doesn't feel the same

I don't understand I can't contemplate
All I do is feel so much misery and hate

Why did you leave me why did you die
Was it to waste my time or watch me cry

How could this be better how can I remain
When every breathe I take causes so much pain

As the day goes by I have to watch my loved ones cry
Just because you couldn't stand to live that you had to die

I don't know what you were thinking but I see what you have done
And all of this just because you thought drugs would be fun

I can't do this anymore I can't stand to watch them fall
As your drunken little girl stumbles down the hall

Into your empty bedroom she hurries up her pace
You can tell she has been crying from the marks left on her face

Do you feel better know you've gone
Will she feel better knowing she was wronged

She was taken from her dad
The only man that loved her he was all she had

Now she is left with nothing Just a picture and your ring
Does she know she will see you die every night in her dreams

You where once her dad
And know you're the man she can never have.
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I saw Suicide Squad in theaters and I loved it. It's my favorite movie.
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Please read this... It is really important to me and I think everyone should know about it..
You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself? Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you and tries to get you to wake up but you won’t and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he can’t even speak because the child that he loved and the child that he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead. The person she looked up to and loved. The person she bragged about to  her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe. But she’s never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she’ll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now there’s something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you’re gone and hurts more than anything. and you think that your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesn’t leave the house anymore, she can’t even get out of bed and she’s getting thinner and thinner because it’s too hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesn’t sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his baby dead, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks. And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and that’s when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly she’s screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they’re all  busy sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her it’s gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, you’re not there to do it, everything is dark now that you’re gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again. the girls who used to make fun of the way you dressed feel their throats get tight, they don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t talk to anyone, they’re all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works. and your teacher who always gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he can’t breathe, he still calls you a lot just to hear your voice and he talks to you on facebook but you never message him back, he can’t fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he’s never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night, hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldn’t save you and he’s never going to hold you in his arms or hear you laugh again. Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallway a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because you’re gone, and they miss you, and they don’t know why you left but it must’ve been their fault and they should’ve stopped you and they should’ve told you they loved you more and that feeling is never going to go away. And so you killed yourself but you killed everyone else around you too.
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Hut 1 Hut 2 Hut 3 Go!

I'm so icy, like ice cream
All you ladies take a scoop and try to bite me
Girl I'll wear you out like some Nikes
Haters steppin up either beat feet or try me
Nibble on your ear like my name is Mike Tysie
Get you in the ring world champ all fiesty
Girl hurry up I'm a shot clock runnin out of time
Ain't no three pump chump shootin on this baseline

Go on girl let me touch that body
You know I like it when you drop it low
Hike up that skirt get naughty
Hut 1 Hut 2 Hut 3 Go!
Go on girl let me touch that body
You know I like it when you lose control
Hike up that skirt get naughty
Hut 1 Hut 2 Hut 3 Go!

Roll up to the club with a napsack full of norcos
Lookin fly I'm like Zack Morris with cornrows
Girls look at me like that guy must make pornos
Yeah I'm pushing 30 but I still drink Mickey four O's
Shades on at night I'm fillin sleazy

Cut into the line like where the vip be?
Yeah I'm the guy who talks about his weenie
Check the list again yeah they call me Charles P. Scene

Go on girl let me touch that body
You know I like it when you drop it low
Hike up that skirt get naughty
Hut 1 Hut 2 Hut 3 Go!
Go on girl let me touch that body
You know I like it when you lose control
Hike up that skirt get naughty
Hut 1 Hut 2 Hut 3 Go!

Cause I'm the kind of guy you'd love to be
There ain't nobody that could fuck with me
And the ladies want me to beat them cheeks
And all you fucking haters go beat your meat

Go on girl let me touch that body
You know I like it when you drop it low
Hike up that skirt get naughty
Hut 1 Hut 2 Hut 3 Go!
Go on girl let me touch that body
You know I like it when you lose control
Hike up that skirt get naughty
Hut 1 Hut 2 Hut 3 Go!
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This is not a test, this is your Emergency Broadcast System. Announcing the commencement of the annual purge sanctioned by the U.S. Government. Weapons of class four and lower have been authorized for use during the purge. All other weapons are restricted. Government officials of ranking 10 have been granted immunity and shall not be harmed. Commencing at the siren, any and all crime (including murder) will be legal for 12 continuous hours. Police, fire, and Emergency Medical services will be unavailable until tomorrow morning at 7:00 a.m. When the purge concludes. Blessed be our new founding fathers and America... A nation reborn. May God be with you all.
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It was a few weeks ago that the hay bales started creeping slowly away from the house. Every morning when I woke up, each had moved a few hundred feet from where it was before. I assumed it was pranksters with nothing better to do, so I ignored it.

Within a few days, though, the bales began to approach the boundaries of the farm. I was tired of the whole game by then, and decided to move them back. It took a tedious hour to bring them all from where they were to over near the house again, and by the time I was done I was ready to snap the neck of whatever little pissant was deciding to screw with me.

The next morning, I found each and every one of my horses messily decapitated. The smell was what woke me up. Each one was slumped over against the side of its stall. There were no signs of the heads. I spent the rest of the day cleaning up the mess and burying the remains. It was only when I was done that I noticed the bales of hay had all returned to their positions from the day before, scattered far out into the fields. This time I left them where they were.

That night I sat on my porch with my shotgun in hand and a pot of coffee on the table beside me. I sat for hours, straining my eyes into the fields to catch a glimpse of who was moving my hay bales. Finally, I was beginning to nod off. I would have, but just as my eyes began to close I heard a clamor and a rustling of trees from the nearby woods. I leaned forward, my heart racing with excitement; I was going to catch the bastard. I fumbled with my gun and fidgeted in my seat, waiting anxiously for whoever it was to get close enough to ambush. It was only when the thing got close enough for me to make out its silhouette in the dark that I was frozen still. The thing that crept into my fields from the nearby woods didn’t seem to notice me sitting there.

It stalked, hunched and deliberate, through the field with the posture of a tiptoeing thief. If not for the fact that it must have towered to over ten feet tall even in its crouched position, it might have seemed almost frail. The thinness of its arms and legs and the emaciated, caved-in quality of its chest reminded me of a starving animal. Still, this thing was undeniably strong, and I watched it hoist each bale up into its arms with ease, and set it down carefully a while away, taking only a few strides to cover the distance. I watched it work, moving each bale thoughtfully. Every once in a while it would straighten up to look around at the other bales’ positions in the field, before adjusting the one it was working on ever so slightly.

Before it left, it looked towards the house. I felt its eyes sweep over me in the dark, but whether it saw me or not I couldn’t tell. Then, it turned silently and crept back the way it came, disappearing into the dark of the woods. It took me an hour before I had the courage to move at all. I went inside after a while, but didn’t sleep that night. It was only when the sun rose that I dared step off my porch into the fields. The hay bales were where it left them. Strangely, it didn’t move them as far as it had in the previous days.

They were approaching something invisible in the fields, and as I looked at them I realized that they seemed to be marking some line. Indeed, as I walked around the house, I saw the distinct circle that they formed with me at the center. At first I thought the bales were just being haphazardly moved away from the house, but now I could see that they were instead being moved towards some boundary. The thing was sending me a message. I slept uneasily that night, and only because I was exhausted.

The next morning the bales hadn’t moved at all. They didn’t move at all for the rest of that week, in fact. They were finally where the thing wanted them. I made myself sick trying to interpret them. Why would this thing expend so much energy moving my hay bales, and threaten me with such violence should I try to interfere? Killing my horses was just that - a threat. An intelligent threat, at that. It knew what would scare me, and it knew that I would understand the implications.

The sound of an automobile working its way along the road to my farm one morning gave me a little rush of excitement. I’d been planning to abandon the farm since I saw the thing, but I couldn’t hope to leave on foot without risking it treating me like it treated my horses. But, if I could get in the car with whoever was coming my way, I might be able to escape before it could stop me. I didn’t know or care who it was. I decided that the moment they stopped the car, I would jump in the passenger’s seat and tell them to get the hell out of here. I didn’t get the chance.

The car worked its way slowly along the road, trundling across the uneven ground. I urged it silently to hurry. It was when it passed between the two bales placed on either side of the road that I began to hear a booming clatter from the woods. The thing burst suddenly from between the trees, sprinting on all four of its terrible, gangly limbs towards the car. Within a few seconds it was there, pouncing on the automobile like a predatory cat. Within moments it was picking and peeling the vehicle’s steel frame apart, working to get at the driver.

The man, whoever he was, screamed all the while and I could hear him even over the crunching of metal and the shattering of glass. It was only when the thing crushed him carelessly in its hand that the screaming stopped. It tossed him away, and straightened up to look at me once again. In the sunlight, I could see the inhumanity of it. It was composed entirely of something awful and alive which was lashed together in a messy semblance of a human form. Whatever it was made of looked so polished and hard, that if it weren’t for the minute writhing of the stuff, I’d think it was made of granite.

The thing retreated back into the woods, and I was left to my shock. My eyes wandered to where the car sat, the engine still sputtering, between two of the hay bales. Suddenly, I understood. The message was clear. I am this thing’s captive, and I am not allowed visitors. Nothing may cross the borders it has set. I’m trapped here, by the thing that stalks the fields, and it demands nothing except that I never leave.

Still, I don’t know if I can handle being that thing’s canary. I’ve been thinking hard for the last few days since I saw it crush that man’s chest, and silence him before he could finish his scream. If I crossed the hay bale border, it’d probably do the same. It’d smash my skull before I could put my hands up to protect myself. It’d go and find a new pet, and probably keep looking until it found someone who could stand knowing that it was waiting just outside, watching it at all hours with its shiny, insect eyes.

I’ve been thinking hard for the last few days, and I might just make a run for it.
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Hey guys. This is a random journal since I am so damn bored and I have nothing to do. So anyways, I have recently been obsessed with Star Wars. Why? Well, I saw Star Wars 7 in theaters and I got super interested in it. The more i looked it up, the more addicted I got. When I found out that it was on DVD, I was so excited. I went to the store & I ended up getting it on dvd. When I got home, I immediately watched it! Oh my gosh, I've seen it more than 20 times and it never ever gets old! Oh my god! I recommend you guys to watch it because it's the best movie (in my opinion). So yeah. Also, I will be posting more pictures soon.
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Name: Mileena Kahn
Age: Unknown
Current City: Gotham City
Hometown: Outworld
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Relationship status: Its complicated
Mileena Kahn was born in Outworld but then she moved to Gotham when she was a little girl. As a child, she was abused (physically & emotionally) by her parents. Lisa, her mom, was a drug addict and an alcoholic. Hoyt, her dad, was an alcoholic and a drug addict (I think). She got into a lot of trouble because she had no self control. So, she ended up as a patient at West Hills (a mental institution). She ended up joining the Akatsuki (a criminal organization), the volturi, and the Maniax. But then, her family found out that those "groups" weren't the only ones that she joined. In fact, she ended up with the dark side. She's a commander of the first order (just like Kylo ren) and she helps the dark side destroy the resistance/republic. She's also one of the bosses of the sith and the empire. And she is definitely not the one to mess with because she's very violent.
[The end for now]
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I am just chilling. I'm watching scenes of Star Wars (of course) while I read some weird ass star wars fanfictions because I'm awesome and I love it. I absolutely love star wars because you never know what the fuck is going to happen. So yeah. 💯❤
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Hey guys. This is a random note because I am bored as fuck. So yeah. what else? Uhh.. Oh wait. I do roleplay on the internet, so, if anyone wants to roleplay on the internet with me, then let me know. *smiles innocently*
I am back on DeviantART. This is my back up account because I deleted my original account. My original account was OfficislShadowPeach. So yeah. :)