I'M SURE YOU'LL GET WHAT YOU DESERVE.
the hunger of our fasting puts blind men to shame,
we wish we could be something better, but it falls apart once again.
and the sounds of their cries, "daddy, don't die."
are ringing in our ears, all they wanted was to fly.
and the bullets are flying over our heads,
there's a battle zone we thought was dead.
and nothing will get us,
until the heavens can strike us.
and a little girl sings a song of grown up things and alcohol.
it shows us we weren't meant to be the thing that kills us all.
the cigarette butts smashed into the ashtrays
will remind us of what we are every day.
i wish you were useful,
what makes us useful?
so god, if you really exist at all,
you'll catch us when we begin to fall.
can you help us get back on our feet?
there's a little boy selling lemonade
for sex, unless it gets late
then he just charges for taxes and buys the whole world.
and maybe he and that little girl
will meet some day and fall in love.
but is their puppy love so strong it could make them hurt enough?
just something i wrote. my mom is a bit irritating right now.
dayna, dana, and i are non conforming.
sorry rob, i wish you could come too. ):
feeling a bit like crap.
down with homecoming, down with school dances.
down with romances..
damn.
i'm rhyming again.