Cristian

It's Cristian with no H so I'm not a Christian. So...Fuck ur religion

Cristian
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I’ve been thinking lately about you and me,
And all the questions left unanswered,
How it all could be.

And I hope you know,
You never left my head,
And if I ever let you down,
I’m sorry.

Whoa-oh

Oh NO NO NO!

Whoa-oh

I see you around here lately,
You smile brighter than you should.
And me I’ve been so lonely,
I’m glad you’re doing good.

'Cause I can't forget,
The way it used to be,
And if I ever let you down,
Well I’m sorry.

Whoa-oh

No I can’t let you go…

And you know that you can take all of me,
I swear I will be better than before,
So sing it back.

Whoa-oh

No I can’t let you go

I’m sorry for the things I’ve done,
Things I’ve done.

I’m sorry for the man I was,
And how I treated you.

I’m sorry for the things I’ve done,
Things I’ve done.

I’m sorry for the man I was,
And how I treated you.

Whoa-oh

No I can’t let you go…

And you know that you can take all of me,
I swear I will be better than before,
So sing it back.

Whoa-oh

No I can’t let you go…

I’ve been thinking lately about you and me,
And all the questions left unanswered,
How it all could be.

And I hope you know,
You never left my head,
And if I ever let you down,
I’m sorry.

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Sleeping With Sirens: “Sorry”
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ohnedich:

I was never scared of ghosts until you left 
but now I see you everywhere and in everything 
and it’s making it hard to breathe sometimes
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Gone too far and yeah I’m gone again,
It’s gone on too long, tell you how it ends,
I’m sitting on the edge with my 2 best friends,
Ones a bottle of pills, ones a bottle of gin,
I’m 20 stories up, yeah I’m up at the top,
I’ll polish off this bottle, now it’s pushing me off,
Asphalt to me has never looked so soft,
I bet my momma found my letter, now shes calling the cops,
I gotta take this opportunity before I miss it,
‘Cause now I hear the sirens and they’re off in the distance,
Believe me when I tell you that I’ve been persistent,
‘Cause I’m more scarred, more scarred than my wrist is,
I’ve been trying too long, with too dull of a knife,
But tonight I made sure that I sharpened it twice,
I never bought a suit before in my life,
But when you go to meet God, you know you wanna look nice.

So if I survive, then I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah I’ll see you tomorrow.

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Hollywood Undead: Bullet
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Cause I don’t wanna be like this
I’ve been running these streets
for too long now
I’ve got nothing that’s true
but this song now
but the further I go
I wanna go home

Cause I don’t wanna be like this
I’ve been running these streets
for too long now
I’ve got nothing that’s true
but this song now
but the further I go
I wanna go home

I fuckin’ swear that I care
but its hard when you stare
into the bottom of a bottle
that is empty and bare
all my desolate soul
in my desolate home
it’s my desolate role
yeah I’m here all alone
I can’t think of a reason
to get the fuck out of bed
curtains closed, lights are off
Am I alive or dead?
I haven’t shaved in a week
I always slur when I speak
tolerance at its peak
another fifth just to sleep
oh woe is me woe is me
I guess I need love
hoes ya see hoes ya see
I’m just in a rut
and I swear I’m trying baby please
Baby don’t leave
god-damn I’m a fuck-up
But I guess that’s just me
so I sit in my room
and I’ll cry in my bed
thinkin about all the shit
that made me wrong in my head
I keep trying to climb
but it seems so steep
pour myself a fuckin’ whisky
and go back to sleep…. bitch

Cause I don’t wanna be like this
I’ve been running these streets
for too long now
I’ve got nothing that’s true
but this song now
but the further I go
I wanna go home

Cause I don’t wanna be like this
I’ve been running these streets
for too long now
I’ve got nothing that’s true
but this song now
but the further I go
I wanna go home

I watch my momma cry
she says ‘baby why?’
I say ‘baby died,
baby’s gone like a suicide’
I don’t think you’ll see him soon, mom
stay out my room, mom
tell daddy that I hate
that mother fucker like you, mom
I sing this shit for you, Danny, Sasha and Jordan
these beers keep getting warmer
every time that I hold ‘em
I pour this out for you
like a partner in crime
it’s part of the times
when you’re sick in the mind
yeah I’m sick, oh so sick
I’m so sick of this shit
Yeah I’m lit, oh so lit
I’m so fucked up off it
so I stumble around
til I stumble fall down
to this puddle of my tears
laying here on the ground

when you’ve got nothing left
you’ve got nothing left to lose
with my last left single breath
I’ll still be singing to you
so when you bury me man
you better bury me deep
and sing along to this song
because you’re broken like me.

Cause I don’t wanna be like this
I’ve been running these streets
for too long now
I’ve got nothing that’s true
but this song now
but the further I go
I wanna go home

Cause I don’t wanna be like this
I’ve been running these streets
for too long now
I’ve got nothing that’s true
but this song now
but the further I go
I wanna go home

And I wanna go back to the start
back where we started from
and I know it’s been so long
I was wrong, I was wrong
I was wrong all along

And I wanna go back to the start
back where we started from
and I know it’s been so long
I was wrong, I was wrong
I was wrong all along

Cause I don’t wanna be like this
I’ve been running these streets
for too long now
I’ve got nothing that’s true
but this song now
but the further I go
I wanna go home

Cause I don’t wanna be like this
I’ve been running these streets
for too long now
I’ve got nothing that’s true
but this song now
but the further I go
I wanna go home

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Hollywood Undead: The Diary
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mediaexposed:

"Then you will know the Truth, and the truth will set you free." - Jesus
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"My heart beat stumbles and my back bone crumbles.
I feel is it real, as the lynch mob doubles.
They want blood and they’ll kill for it.
Drain me and they’ll kneel for it.
Burn me at the stake, met the devil made the deal for it.
Guillotine dreams yeah there guillotine gleams the blood of there enemies watching while they sentence me.
Sentencing decease sentence decease and watch them bask in the glory of their holy disease."
Hollywood Undead- “Sell Your Soul”
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"I fuckin’ swear that I care
but its hard when you stare
into the bottom of a bottle
that is empty and bare
all my desolate soul
in my desolate home
it’s my desolate role
yeah I’m here all alone
I can’t think of a reason
to get the fuck out of bed
curtains closed, lights are off
Am I alive or dead?
I haven’t shaved in a week
I always slur when I speak
tolerance at its peak
another fifth just to sleep
oh woe is me woe is me
I guess I need love
hoes ya see hoes ya see
I’m just in a rut
and I swear I’m trying baby please
Baby don’t leave
god-damn I’m a fuck-up
But I guess that’s just me
so I sit in my room
and I’ll cry in my bed
thinkin about all the shit
that made me wrong in my head
I keep trying to climb
but it seems so steep
pour myself a fuckin’ whisky
and go back to sleep…. bitch"
Hollywood Undead- “The Diary”
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"I ain’t a good shot baby, but I’m on a roll
You better get down lady, someone’s turnin’ cold
Now it’s time to meet your maker, hear the tolling of the bell
Fuckin’ kill you again when I see you in hell"
Hollywood Undead- “Tendencies”