2003-08-30
bullshit
i scream at the people faces i dont recognise from years and years ago
i hold my arms across myself hoping that the world would go to hell
i hate your gentle touch that sends a shiver down my spine
i dance you fucking complicated dance in your shadowy past
you can give me all the bullshit about how important i am, but it doesnt mean i believe a single word of it when im playing second string to someone whos going to break me up too
thissidedown at 9:45 a.m.