Meme from likeadeuce

Put your MP3 player on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results. The first line of the twenty-first is the title.

You may be able to tell I love angsty, dark music about tortured love and betrayal. Just a little bit. Also, I decided not to cheat so I kept the non-English lyrics that popped up. Make of them what you will.

She's In Love With Herself

Me dedico a seguir pistas, rastros, en huellas digitales soy especialista,
When I pretend -- everything is what I want it to be,
Just when I made up my mind, I don't want you at all now,
I don't understand. You look just like the man in the picture
by our bed. Wir teilen Zimmer und das Bett.

(I've always loved you! Love dumpling!)

Why every time I try to tell you how I feel,
it's like a hiccup and it won't come.
Speed toward hell, how many nights I've been in bed,
excited over you. You gave me this, made me give.
I speak in verses, prophecies, and curses.

Cold was my soul, and untold was the pain,
I faced when you left me a rose in the rain.
You say you stand by your man, tell me something
I need to understand.

I, I against I, flesh of my flesh and mind of my mind.