boys are too predictable... but that has nothing to do with the entry. or does it?
excuse me while I spill my guts across this bathroom floor.
pictures of a perfect story drawn with the insides of my stomach
A testimony of mixed emotion and pent up agression, sorrow, angst, and indigestion.
I will spread my insides along the walls so that my story will live on
and make promises that I will become unforgettable.
the tile smells of sin... and the blood just won't wash out.
don't flatter yourself, gorgeous,
you're not that unforgettable, you know.
pictures of a perfect story drawn with the insides of my stomach
A testimony of mixed emotion and pent up agression, sorrow, angst, and indigestion.
I will spread my insides along the walls so that my story will live on
and make promises that I will become unforgettable.
the tile smells of sin... and the blood just won't wash out.
don't flatter yourself, gorgeous,
you're not that unforgettable, you know.