Name: i can not be enough by casper's pishogue
Duration: 40 s
Description: i can not be enough for you or for me i can't be what i want to be for you or for me

What a beautiful songs, this 40 secons is like 40 hours, so good

irl negative xp cover/ irl negative xp downgrade :(

 i guess i felt sorry for  you
you looked sad and blue, you looked torn and bruised
then i took a closer look at you
there were marks on you, with paint and tattoos
i thought you were misunderstood 
but then i knew you weren't any good
never met a worse person than you
i never met a worse person than you

we met up irl taking photographs to tell your tale
well, no one wants your autograph
except your autistic, special ed cabal
hell, you look really fucking dumb
anyone can play a guitar or drums
you met up irl
it was f-a-i-l
it was f-a-i-l

you sat around all day long
listening to all those boring songs
you fucked around all day long
ripping off the bong and everyone
i thought you were misunderstood
but then i knew you weren't any good
never met a worse person than you
i never met a worse person than you

 we met up irl taking photographs to tell your tale
well, no one wants your autograph
except your autistic, special ed cabal
hell, you look really fucking dumb
anyone can play a guitar or drums
you met up irl
it was f-a-i-l
it was f-a-i-l

instrumental 

i guess you need a bad guy to be in your life
i guess you can't say goodbye without suicide
i guess you got some problems, well I got mine
i guess I'm pretty fed up with all your lies

you met up irl
it was f-a-i-l
it was f-a-i-l
you met up irl
it was f-a-i-l
it was f-a-i-l
you met up irl
it was f-a-i-l
it was f-a-i-l
you met up irl
it was f-a-i-l
it was f-a-i-l

lies till demise

i can not be enough
for you or for me
i can't be what i want to be
for you or for me

i can not be enough

i want to die but won't try,
i always feel like i will cry -
I don't feel. but i suffer still.

i want to cut out my eyes,
i'll hate what i see till demise;
i can't trust even if it's me.

sever my head from my neck,
i hate every thought they all wreck:
detrimentally subjected.

i am waiting for the end,
when termination comes condemns.
doomsday, put me in my place!

come mince my dead body,
it is a dead body already -
cut off my mouth 'cause what the fuck (what the fuck)

sever my head from my neck

i wish i would vanish
i hate myself
i hate the world
because everyone inside

i hate myself

i can't find a reason to live on.
why do you think I can smile when this is going on?
lies they hurt so much, ive been betrayed.
i can not trust anyone and im so afraid.

ive been betrayed

the perfect girl

im fine, feel divine.
sublime. sever my spine.

i could die,
i should try.

im fine, feel divine.
sublime. sever my spine.

i wish i was dead.
i could die.
i wish i was dead.
i should die.

im fine, feel divine.
sublime. sever my spine.
shoot me right in the face.
erase this fucking disgrace.

disgrace

nothing ever changes,
nothing alters, weather rages
life won't turn the pages
but i'll turn to the twelve-gauges.
the world turned askew,
nothing ever feels new,
i thought pain was never true,
but it is because of you.

nothing ever changes

I will extol thee, O Lord; for thou hast lifted me up, and hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.

O Lord my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.

O Lord, thou hast brought up my soul from the grave: thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.

Sing unto the Lord, O ye saints of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness.

For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.

And in my prosperity I said, I shall never be moved.

Lord, by thy favour thou hast made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face, and I was troubled.

I cried to thee, O Lord; and unto the Lord I made supplication.

What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?

Hear, O Lord, and have mercy upon me: Lord, be thou my helper.

Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;

To the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.





Psalm 30
King James Bible

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