Jan 04, 2009 03:21
I could go off the deep end,
I can kill all my best friends.
I can follow those stylish trends.
God knows I can make amends.
But I've got an angry heart filled with cancer and poppy tarts.
If this is how you folks make art, its fucking depressing.
And its sad to know that we are not alone and its sad to know there's no honest way out.
Im afraid to leave the house,
Im as timid as a mouse.
Im afraid if I go on I'll out wear my welcome.