Jul 12, 2005 00:09
too fucking generic
laughing my lungs out is a great escape
feeling the carpet takes away the anger
feeling the wounds only brings it back
whats done only relinguishes the near present
u cant stop, rewind or move forward
u cant even stay the same..
trying to keep up in a fast pace life i was
never meant to live
stumbling overs the waves of others
stuck in troubled waters
cant form my own sentences
salt races down my face
left right, left left, right
buzzzz buzzzz buzzzz
o no, here we go agian.
right left, left right
im goin to pittsburg for a couple days. ttyl.