May 23, 2005 21:44
every night when i'm lying in bed-
i pray to god that i wake up- dead.
life is just a punishment for being born-
every sunrise- another reason to mourn.
i love a girl- who knows just how i feel.
she may be a blond, but her gothness is real.
and- she wishes she shared kisses with robert smith...
who could even blame her- with his lyric laced lips.
the chest pains awaken with the lights turned down-
same deep water is the only sound...
she doesn't even cut- but yet she bleeds.
the quake in his voice- the only blade she needs.
i love every single thing about you, dic.