Nov 30, 2003 18:55
You believe anything you want to
you're the one with your hand caught in your pants
Like a little kid with the boggling eyes
Picking away at the scabs on my head
Hit the top of my brain and start to laugh
It doesnt really tickle more so just torment me on how It controls my life
That iradesent smile on ur face that is plagued with the silence of a thousand libraries
It's cold on my doorstep but you step into my house
and it burns like all hell
You didnt say hello or good bye
yet thank you is so close but flew right out the window
I want no one but you...