Expendable
Let me preface this entry with the information that I am drunk and dressed like an emo kid....
Why am I so easy to give up?
Why don't they miss me?
Why don't I stay in their minds and haunt their thoughts the way they do mine?
Have I gone from funny crazy to full out insane?
Why? Why is it just now so real... in technicolor and 3D?
Why am I so easy to give up?
Why don't they miss me?
Why don't I stay in their minds and haunt their thoughts the way they do mine?
Have I gone from funny crazy to full out insane?
Why? Why is it just now so real... in technicolor and 3D?