copyright, amanda labozetta.
my face is hidden behind a windshield. these are my feet kicking in between your morals. and in between your eyes. you call it disappointment, i call it living. and you say that friends are better than enemies. i want out of this crimson mess. this scarlet dress. i'm bound and not breathing in this struggle. there really is no truth in sympathy. so while you walk that straight line, i'll down your last bottle of jack. your hair is soft as silk and your heart is hard as ice. i'll tell you for the last time that i'm sorry. at least we have one thing in common. our skulls are still battered from the celebration. this is the ballad of that shooting star we wished upon to make our lives last forever. the p.a. sounds, "this is the last stop. it's now or never." and this is the last time you'll laugh aloud. againsed all odds, we're still infinite, and our health is still in pieces. our pride is still at stake.
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ps. HAPPY 16TH BIRTHDAY JOHNPAUL!
i pray you find the peace you've been longing for.
[please comment and tell what you think.]
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ps. HAPPY 16TH BIRTHDAY JOHNPAUL!
i pray you find the peace you've been longing for.