new scarry song lol

Beasly feeling

i keep it slow, but so sped up
like a old dog, in the body of a pup
im tearin outta my old skin
gotta burn it, for me to begin
im outta sight outta my mind
love hurts, when it isnt blind
gotta be hot, but keep it cool
i see no point in living if i cant be beautiful
im so pissed off but so at peace
like a done bird, with so many creace
my perfect work is so flawed
like satan, at the hands of god
why am i feelin tihs way
its as if my life has gone on display
at a wacky shack in a padded room
my hystaria is smothering gloom
peace that i cant comprehend
but i still want anger, in the pit of my hand
it slips away like grains of sand
well... isnt that grand
tell you the story like before
i cant... its seems like silly folk lore
its all meaningless and far away now
like that strange boy, in my once home town
why am i feelin tihs way
its as if my life has gone on display
at a wacky shack in a padded room
my hystaria is smothering gloom
come on and drwon a little
dont be afraind to fall alittle
close yoru eyes and just let go
feel secure in outta controle
(might add something like
gotta bolt gotta jeht
gotta life, aka my record of regretts)
so i wrote this a song bout kinda how i have been feeling latly. and how the other night i was hyper. have you ever been truely hyper? it is terrifying. everything feels so sped up. everything is so outta controle. its super scarry. i also combined it with a little bit of how i imagined mr beasly feelings. so i think i will crison this song beasly feeling
(btw there is a crazy guitar part for this, crazy as in... wow.. does that have any pattern at all?

only if william knew he was a lyrical genious(this is only the first verse, i shall be adding more, and i have a guitar part for it and err thang!)

I am deathly allergic

to people who are amish

and that awkward Italian guy

over there who is staring at us

I am prone to nose bleeds

and I have a piece of shrapnel in my eyes

my eyes burn like Satan

it hurts like an alien

(I KNOW! THE KID IS THE NEXT DYLAN!)

song that doesnt rhyme

now isnt it interesting?

how my worst night mere

was once my favorite dream

its like its my minds favorite shirt

that my body hates

and every time i wear it

theres a massive debate

but i now made up my mind

i hate it

but my mind has other plans

and i cant stand it

i realize i dont know myself at all

and it terrifys me to bits

and put my

head to rest

inside this padded room

but... i always have those

bittersweet

night meres

of you

not the proudest peice of work ive reasoned to muster up, its just this. i had a horrible night mere last night. it was that kati came back, and like was trying to attack me, and like.. trying to get me out of her system by making out with me or something, and i was denying her, but then, like she started stalking me, like, i walked in my kitch, and as i walked out of it, she like came out of now where, and like it was just creepy, and just sasd, and horrible... but.. yea... i hated it, but i once woulda loved it... its just weird

spy song...(wow.. sad)

i know its raining
and i know your sky is grey
and dont you know that i cant contain
the sadness i portay
versions of me are in endless supply
i take it as applause when you roll yoru eyes

because i'm an expert at sorry
and i have no choice, but to keep blurry
and i know you wont forget
when i vanished, from that sillouett

i know there is nothing i can say to
make all this pain go away from you
everybody knows that nothing lasts forever
and every body knows, that sometimes line severs
and everybody knows that love can be servere
i told you that from the start, when you met me here


because i'm an expert at sorry
and i have no choice, but to keep blurry
and i know you wont forget
when i vanished, from that sillouett

this is the reason...
cause i knew they've find out
and i even cringe, at the thought of your shout
you've compromised me, and my clear vision
it looks like, have got a new mission

because i'm an expert at sorry
and i have no choice, but to keep blurry
and i know you wont forget
when i vanished, from that sillouett

i take you to that home
in my blood stained sundays best
i feel so alone
as i put you to rest
this is the last place, that i want to be
i looked them in the eyes, and to this to yoru family

because i'm an expert at sorry
and i have no choice, but to keep blurry
and i know you wont forget
when i vanished, from that sillouett