Jul 17, 2006 20:39
I know I dreamed you a sin and a lie
When I am queen they all will see the patron saint of self-injury
the glitter sores will heal themselves I'll play the part of someone else
I'm not afraid of happy endings
I'm just afraid my life won't work that way
I remember when I lost my mind
There was something so pleasant about that phase.
Im going off the rails on a crazy train
so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain?