Dec 23, 2004 20:32
Im nicotine,
im coming clean
I fooled the crowd when i made it sound like i was more then ready
strike up the band,
deprive my sleep cause theres no love like apathy
the bell that tolls rings loud enough that it should have woke us up
Im trying to find truth in words, in rhymes, in notes, in all the things i wish i'd wrote
cause i feel like ive been losing you
I read your last entry
overprivelaged kids keep crying the need to fit in is harder when living life from a screen
old classmates please drop all your pens dont write a word cause i wont reply and im not bitter,
no its just ive passed that point in my life
Im trying to find truth in words, in rhymes, in notes, in all the things i wish i'd wrote
cause i feel like ive been losing you
Each night it ends too soon you dont hold me like you used to
and your eyes look like theyve seen too much its always some excuse too tired, too obtuse
you look so far removed, this time i fear im losing you
im nicotine im a cash machine
im the colour green and you should have seen the looks i just recieved
I need a reason to let go an
Intervention, a lulluby something to cure me please believe me