Jul 19, 2005 11:23
Sitting in this silent room... with silent thoughts of silent doom.
Writhing in my broken pain... are broken dreams of broken fame.
Your twisted haze and twisted ways have slithered through my twisted maze.
Your shattered life and flailing lies have shattered before my shattered eyes.
I'm onto you, onto what you do, and when you lied... I was onto that too.
You like to smile, like to hide the facts, but when you're all alone... how will you like that???
funny stuff to contemplate