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Death of a Front Man.

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I NEED TO GET THE FUCK OUT! 

It’s time for change.

Can I talk about my life for a minute? Can I just speak what is on my mind for just a quick second? Well guess what, I don’t give a fuck if you want to listen or not. I’m sick of dusting it under the carpet and be walked all over so everyone else can be satisfied. I’m done with it. It’s about time I really spoke my mind about things. How I feel. 

Most people see me as either the: 

  • A. Fat kid who hangs out with that one guy every girl in the god forsaken shit hole state wants. 
  • B. That asshole in that one band full of assholes who just write generic shitty music. 
  • C. They don’t see me at all.

Honestly, first thing’s first, yes I am that fat kid who hangs out what that guy, but I have a fucking name, and it’s Alex or Alexio. I’m not there to be your fucking step stool, the person to drive you around while you seduce my friend, slut. I mean, what the fuck is so special about this kid, oh he has tattoos, he’s got nice hair, oh my god, BITCH there’s more to fucking life then way people look, you skank. 

Those people who think I’m just some asshole in a band full of assholes, do me a favor, fuck off and do something with yourself. Sure, we have our moments were we are assholes, but when you live in a town that completely neglects you and trashes you and does everything in your power to see you fail, you can’t help but to be a little bitter. I’m also one of the nicest people you will EVER meet, I’ve never gone out of my way to hurt someone or insult someone. I’m not that type of person. My band and my music and everything about it, it’s my passion, and I fear it’s all I really have. It’s all I really can count on when I have nothing else. So when people tell me “Your music is generic.” or “Your music has no meaning, it’s just typical shit.” I want to fucking end you, in my head I do end you. I don’t give a shit if you’re writing a song about your ex girlfriend, god, the devil himself, or a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, you wrote it, it has some form of meaning. So shut the fuck up. I don’t write music that’s supposed to change the world or tell stories, I write music about my life, how I feel, and what’s happened to me. Can’t relate? Fuck off. 

People who don’t know about my existence or treat me like I’m nothing, do me a favor and fall off a bridge, thanks. I don’t mean this in a stupid “Oh I’m an attention whore, give me attention blah blah blah!” Because I like keeping to myself, in the greatest ways, if I’m not with my band, I’m pretty much kept to myself. What I mean is, when in public with friends and literally, no one talks to me or just completely blow me off for my friend, or just anything, that shit sucks. You don’t know how it feels, really you don’t. That is all. 

Things in my life are going to take a drastic turn, I’m done trying to impress people, I’m done giving a fuck, and I’m done being walked all over. If you can’t see me eye to eye, then don’t plan on seeing me in your future.

I just keep to myself, I never do anything to hurt anyone or anything. I keep to myself.

I just want to make someone happy, see my band go somewhere, and I hope the best for anyone and everyone who has goals, dreams, and ambitions. 

Real quick on the whole making someone happy, that’s another thing, I’ve always been known to let things slide that I know bother me, things that I can’t stand. I’m probably the only person that go months and months of being unhappy because of the things someone in my life does, that I can’t stand, just to make them happy. Honestly, I’m really just done being hurt, I’m done being ripped and torn and thrown around, and once again, stepped on like a fucking shag carpet. I’ve been lied to, cheated on, back stabbed, and dumped. I go above and beyond to make someone happy, why can’t someone, for once, just give me even half of that? Once. That’s all I’m asking for. It sounds stupid, right? I don’t know, I’ve been on and off lately and it’s like I am a fucking schizophrenic. Driving me nuts. 

This is dragging on…

Fuck. 

My favorite kind of kiss ;)

My favorite kind of kiss ;)

I mean….yeah.

I mean….yeah.

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Memphis May Fire - Prove Me Right

New song off the album ‘Challenger’

Soooo gooooood!

NOM!