"Well, I'm random. completly,just like every other girl. so , i guess im nothing specile... bag to differ ? just try , i'll win , because im like every other girl. and girls always win, even if there wrong. why do we win, because your just like every other boy. and dont give a shit ."

Sence i like what a wrote a long time ago, I'm just going to keep it there for a while. But if you were looking at it to see something " about me." it faild to do the trick. Usually when people care enought to read the about me thing, they have question along the lines of "Who is she" "what's she like ? " "what dose she like ?"
OR its something lik "Dude, your fuckin hot man.... " but in the case of these, i have knotised that they dont have the atenchin span to read this. The question "who i am", really depends on the day. Someday im a artist, other days, Im a writer, somedays Im a protector, others Ill sooner rip your head off. My name its self is a reflection of this. Most know me as Number0005762, like you do, others know me as Kage, scales , or sometimes tetsum. the only thing that is constant to me seems to be the last question. What do i like, the answer is music. I've never not liked music, thats more that i can say for anything , any one els.

If you have read all this Im srry. Because this is a reflection of my mind, and even I have been known to get traped in it.

The lights at the end of the tunnle, the question is however, " Is that the way out , or is it an on comeing train ? "



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I've knocked my self down, I've worn myself out. Looking up at my life, from flat on my back, I've realized I haven't been this low before. . . Climb your ladders, and your trees reach for the stars one last time.
Helium balloons mirror my dreams, slowly floating out of my reach. It's alright; I don't think I mind any more. 
At the end, I think that I know I have nothing to lose.

Let the stars fall like rain, Let them tear through our world. And let this be enough to pacify you.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
1, 2
1, 2, 3, 4

you can tell
from the scars on my arms
and cracks in my hips
and the dents in my car
and the blisters on my lips
that i'm not the carefullest of girls

you can tell
from the glass on the floor
and the strings that're breaking
and i keep on breaking more
and it looks like i am shaking
but it's just the temperature
and then again
if it were any colder i could disengage
if i were any older i could act my age
but i dont think that youd believe me
it's not the way i'm meant to be
it's just the way the operation made me

and you can tell
from the state of my room
that they let me out too soon
and the pills that i ate
came a couple years too late
and ive got some issues to work through
there i go again
pretending to be you
make-believing
that i have a soul beneath the surface
trying to convince you
it was accidentally on purpose

i am not so serious
this passion is a plagiarism
i might join your century
but only on a rare occasion
i was taken out
before the labor pains set in and now
behold the world's worst accident
i am the girl anachronism

and you can tell
by the red in my eyes
and the bruises on my thighs
and the knots in my hair
and the bathtub full of flies
that i'm not right now at all
there i go again
pretending that i'll fall
don't call the doctors
cause they've seen it all before
they'll say just
let her crash and burn, she'll learn
the attention just encourages her

and you can tell
from the full-body cast
that i'm sorry that i asked
though you did everything you could
(like any decent person would)
but i might be catching so don't touch
you'll start believeing youre immune to gravity and stuff
don't get me wet
because the bandages will all come off

and you can tell
from the smoke at the stake
that the current state is critical
well it is the little things, for instance:
in the time it takes to break it she can make up ten excuses:
please excuse her for the day, its just the way the medication makes her...

i dont necessarily believe there is a cure for this
so i might join your century but only as a doubtful guest
i was too precarious removed as a caesarean
behold the worlds worst accident
I AM THE GIRL ANACHRONISM
I AM THE GIRL ANACHRONISM
I AM THE GIRL ANACHRONISM
I AM THE GIRL ANACHRONISM
I am the girl ...
I am the girl ...
I am the girl ...
I AM THE GIRL ANACHRONISM
I AM THE GIRL ANACHRONISM