PureVolume

so this is me. u cud probably get to no me quite well by reading this. you can see wat music i like, wich is pretty much the only thing i give a fuck about anymore. but u cant see me. n dats how i like it. cos ur gonna have to judge me on my words instead of anything else. and if u r even vaguely interesting dat shud b enough for you. first and foremost, im a musician. i play sax (alto, tenor and baritone) and viola and teaching myself guitar. i write songs, poetry and i love singing, some people say im good, my parents dnt reckon so, tho n they hear me more dan anyone else so... i get depresssd kinda easily, but then i use that to write poetry. sum of its pretty good, if i do say so myself. but i would never ever show anyone, its too personal. maybe one day ill post sum on here, but not yet. so welcome to my life. only child, matesay im emo, emo m8s say im a grebo, parents say im a goth but i dont wana be any of that. cos giving myself a label is like saying i give in, im gonna be the same and its okay to judge me on how i dress and what music i listen to. but its not because none of that is me. hell, i no all the words to dont cha n one of my fave songs at da mo is london bridge. but my ipod is stuffed with mcr, lostprophets, bullet for my valentine, aiden and trivium. n i dress howeva da hell i want, not so i can fit into the emo scene (wich i think is no betta dan bein a chav). so all u peeps slitting ur wrists cos u think iz cool and think ur wel torurd cos u listen to panic at the disco, then carry on, but dont think ur being a rebel. cos ur not. punk is rebellion and punk is dead. it died with syd barrett. if u r a genuine and interesting person, leave a comment. if ur just another fake then fuck off. smiles. peace. love. hash. My friends are so depressed I feel the question Of your loneliness Confide... `cause Ill be on your side You know I will, you know I will X girlfriend called me up Alone and desperate On the prison phone They want... to give her 7 years For being sad Chorus : I love all of you Hurt by the cold So hard and lonely too When you dont know yourself My friends are so distressed And standing on The brink of emptiness No words... I know of to express This emptiness Chorus : Imagine me taught by tragedy Release is peace I heard a little girl And what she said Was something beautiful To give... your love No matter what red hot chili peppers - my friends for all my friends love to the world!!!! ????????????????????????

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