Post by Emilia Silverstien on May 15, 2008 14:39:45 GMT -8
Emilia Silverstien
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time to introduce you to miss emilia rose silverstien. she's an honest-to-god
gryffindor and has seen fourteen summers. around the school, she is
known as the most loyal of them all.
FAKE FACES EVERYWHERE I SEE
fake people looking back at me
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I am an arms dealer fitting you with weapons in INSEPARABLE
the form of words. And don't really care which side CONFIDANT
wins as long as the room keeps singing. That's just PARTNERS IN CRIME
the business I'm in, yeah. This ain't a scene, it's a BEST FRIEND
goddamn arms race. This ain't a scene, it's a god- INNER CIRCLE
damn arms race. This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn GOOD FRIENDS
arms race. I'm not a shoulder to cry on but I digress. ACQUAINTANCES
I'm a leading man and the lies I weave are, oh so CHILDHOOD FRIENDS
intricate, oh so intricate. I wrote the gospel on giving CASUAL FRIENDS
up. You look pretty sinking. But the real bombshells ENEMIES TURNED FRIENDS
have already sunk. Prima donnas of the gutter. At SECRET FRIENDS
night we're painting your trash gold while you sleep. ALLIES
Crashing not like hips or cars, no, more like parties. ON AND OFF
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race. This FRIEND OF A FRIEND
ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race. This band- FAMILY FRIEND
wagon's full. Please, catch another. I'm a leading FAKE FRIEND
man and the lies I weave are, oh so intricate, oh UNLIKELY FRIEND
so intricate. All the boys who the dance floor TRUSTING
didn't love and all the girls whose lips couldn't FIRSTNAME BASIS
move fast enough. Sing, until your lungs give out. LASTNAME BASIS
AND NEVER WILL I GIVE UP TRYING
'cause you're everything to me
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I had a dream last night we drove out to see Las CURRENT
Vegas. We lost ourselves in the bright lights. I wish FUTURE
you could have seen us, begging for change to get FINAL
home. Or at least San Francisco. Let's put a ten on PAST-FRIENDS
the high card and spend a summer on the west PAST-STILL LIKE
coast. You wore the red shirt that I love. I sang the PAST-ENEMIES
song that I wrote you. We laughed our way down SECRET
the beaches as we danced around the issue. Down FORBIDDEN
and to the left. Here's a map and the pen, the place CRUSH
you pointed at. Be California's best, all I ask, all I ask. LUST
And please don't tell me that I'm dreaming when all I SOULMATE
ever wanted was to dream another sunset with you. FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS
If I roll over when it's over, I'll take this Cali sunrise PHYSICAL ATTRACTION
with me and wake up with the fondest memories. FLEETING GLANCES
We made love by the ocean as the waves crashed FLIRT
around you. Sunsets never were so bright and the DENIAL
skies never so blue. You opened up into my arms DYSFUNCTIONAL
and we laughed as I held you. I'll never go back UNREQUITED
to Georgia, not at least till I have to. ONE SIDED
FUCK IF I WASN'T SUCH A PESSIMIST
this chapter could've played out differently
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Hiding behind the shadows, I'll be waiting in the dark RIVALRY
to drive this blade straight through your heart. I'll DISLIKE
drag your body to the car as blood races down my JEALOUSY
arm. I think everyone will wonder where you are HATRED
tonight. I'll hide you in my walls, your body will never AVOIDANCE
be found. I'll wear your skin as a suit. Pretend to be TOLERENCE
you, your friends will like you more than they used to. FRIEND TURNED ENEMY
Dear diary, my teen angst bullshit has a body count. I FAMILY ENEMIES
believe it's 6 going on 7 now. I've been dreaming OPPOSITE SIDES
about you in a pool of your own blood with your eyes FRIENDS TURNED ENEMIES
gouged out by the work of my thumbs. the scent of IRRITATION
your insides from under the floorboards. the perfect TENSION
perfume for settling a score. I'll hide you in my walls, HARDCORE
your body will never be found. I'll wear your skin as a GRUDGE
suit. Pretend to be you, your friends will like you more BURN IN HELL
than they used to. Pretend to be you, your friends LOATHING
will like you more than they used to. IGNORE
I'VE COME TO FIND MY HEART
isn't right with my soul
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Two roads split off from here, and my life goes FAMILY
running in opposite directions. Exaggerating the RESPECT
barrier between who I am and who I want to be. I CLASSMATE
wanted to be the breath of fresh air when everything PROTECTIVE
smelled so insincere. But this taste still lingers in my STALKER
mouth. Deceit has ways of sticking around. And I'm GOOD INFLUENCE
ready to disappear, vacation seems far from here. BAD INFLUENCE
Note to self: I miss you terribly. This is what we call a SUPPORTIVE
tragedy. Come back to me. Come back to me, to me. OBSESSIVE
Note to self: I miss you terribly. This is what we call HERO
a tragedy. Come back to me, back to me, to me. NEVER MET
I can feel my mind wandering again. Into where ROLE MODEL
I dont know, and will I ever get home? Time starts MENTOR
moving faster than I can. And I'm sick of this scene; ADMIRATION[/font]
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plot page made by me, alex, coded and designed, by request. only one person has permission to use it. lyrics used belong to taking back sunday, mayday parade, fall out boy, and from first to last. remove/change the credits when given permission to use or post it without the original credit and you shall die an excrutiating pain-filled death involving me cutting off your limbs with a spork. okay, not really. but let's not do that anyway, k? good, glad we understand[/size]
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