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Fuck i hope i dont wake up.
No matter how hard i try, its just never enough.
My concious mind is starting to slip.
Will i ever hold a steady grip?
i cant believe i believed your lies,
so much wasted, and its all pouring from my eyes.
the end of the world is far from close.
but the start of much worse than death,
is curled up in a ball inside my chest.
i cant escape this drowning sensation,
im falling further and further through devestation.
if i wake up tomorrow, with this stupid fucking mindset,
i hope i go to sleep with a noose around my neck.
the end.


being an emo is a gang.

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Stumblin' around and I'll be fucked

That the sun had the guts to rise on us today.

How many hands would it take

To count the nights I've lied awake?

Motionless I contemplate my fate

Came to me while paralyzed.

So far away from your light.

And whoever stays or goes will close their eyes to unfortunate times.

Goodbye purchased disguise.

Don't wanna dwell on my mistakes anymore

Itch the guilt on my conscience now my body's torn from the bad misconceptions that live in my head and a troubled self relationship

It's in my blood to just destruct.

It's only how you look, it don't matter what you say

Fall from the civilization, where you'll find my remains

Disappointed, fucking thrown away

Drifting above the sky

I'll be stuck here on the ground.

Life Long Tragedy are possibly the most life changing event since sliced bread.

runaways...

Are legit the most amazing people in the whole world.
Being in a gang with these cunce is making me go balls deep on life.
I have decided to start compiling a list of all the fucking absurd jive we talk.
To be released soon.

Your all bashed.

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my everything, my all.
on this day, i have found life not worth living.
living in this shell, is not what i call
living at all.
you held the key to my piece of mind, but now its lost to the wind.

www.myspace.com/falsehopehardcore

fuck the haters.

had a real good time in goulburn recording the new demo.

just fucking sus it then go talk about how shit it is on bgo with the rest of those faggots. x]
so many plays so far though, which we have bgo to thank haha.

x

cold

New lyrics for a song im writing.

It truly means so much to hear these words. Days like these i'l remember for the rest of my life. But theres something missing, always missing. Noone gets what its like, when im the only one whose standing in these shoes. To see the world in black and white, to be standing so far from the light. Truth be told, im everything i never wanted to be. A heartless, gutted shell of a being. Who cant determine as to whether im writing this for your or for myself. I cant, i wont forget when you turned your back and left me behind, left me to brace the cold of this world alone. To fend for myself against this monster i call my mind. Left alone to fight the pain, left outside throwing tears at the rain. Give me closure, before the sun dries me up like it did my life. Give me a reason not to end it all with this fucking knife.

Recording for the first false hope demo next week! Which will be killer because there is a mad crew going up to hang in cabins and brew hard. My weeks been pretty dim, and right now im doing work experience at the folk festival. Which suprisingly hasnt been that bad because ive been at the village stage the whole time watching mad local accoustic acts. Keen to let go and get my life back after what happened and im gonna start this weekend.
I need runaways hangs right now

Cooma Gang Hangs

Cooma trip with runaways cats was staunch inducing. Converge. I was bitching about my back the whole time and as soon as i got home to A-dizzles palace of love and sinked a brew i was all good again. 10 garb of nutrigrain packed into a forey. fuck. hanging until 730 was the best. actually one of the greatest hangs ever. never in the history of mankind has there been more shit talking involved between 3 people and i swear we are getting dumber everytime we hang haha. fuck my life. Runaways is a gang. blogspot is a gang. being in a blogspot gang is a gang. fuck i need to get the word gang out of my system. i felt like the shittest cunt for being so out of it last night. fucked up paycracks shit. every song was angel of death. even reign in blood. all in all, really fucking good night.

Hanging

Cooma's a gang. Cannot wait to celebrate daniels b-day again in cooma. Keen to yell Chicks and other assorted general Statements at people. keen to brew runaways style at adrians. Keen to keep my mind off what today would have been.

Hardcore 2009 looks like its gearing up to one of the best shows i will go to. Cruel Hand have easily been one of my favourite bands for a while and seeing them will mos def get my rocks well off.

Chiicks.