Today was a pretty day
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
wake up you're getting high on your own supplyoh baby you're still alive when you could've died
the world is not round because of you
you know i'm not around because of you
you've got a mouthful of diamonds
and a pocketful of secrets
i know you're never telling anyone
because the patterns they control your mind
those patterns take away my time
hello, goodbye
When i lose control i'd like to hide in the corner of my room or just curl up on the floor. i weep because you refuse to help me. you're never here but i see u standing over me. Sucks so much at first but then it gets better. I feel oddly comfortable. All alone and feeling shitty like that.