tears and blood, blood and tears.

Apr 15, 2005 20:16

Yesterday I was dirty, wanted to be pretty... I know now that I'm forever dirt. -- Manson

I know I shouldn't care what Rita has to say, that her opinion is shit...
But she's my fucking mother. At least genetically.

::cries:: I thought I wanted to talk about this, but I can't. Therefore this post is pointless, and I'm sorry for wasting your time. I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry for the things I've done, and the things I'll do in the future. I'm sorry I was ever born. ::bleeds::
I can't do this any more. Nor do I want to.



Soul Asylum "Tell Me When"

She's all by herself at the end of the day
She'd talk to herself, but wouldn't know what to say
Wrings her hands and steps out of the bath
The mirror laughs and splits her in half

She looks around the room
At her carpeted tomb
Threw the phone on the floor
Left the keys in the door

Tell me, when does life begin?

She got in the car, looked up at the stars
And made a wish
She held her breath
And considered death

And in the rearview mirror
She looked back on her reflection
She was a long way from what she wanted to be
And a long way from perfection

Tell me, when does life begin?

She chickened out and called Triple-A
And told them the way
After she paid, they fixed the car
And later she drove past the bar

Where no one bought her a drink at
She always thought it was 'cause she was too fat
And now she knows those places blow
Or maybe it was just her nose

Tell me, when does life begin?

You want honesty? There's some honesty for your ass.

-- KT
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