Dec 26, 2006 22:10
Things bother me, and always have for the longest time.
So you don't care that much for me. You should dig up your memories you bitch.
I'm insufficient and unclear, imcomplete and a cheat. I've got an honest face with lying eyes and a jaded soul. I used to be truthful until you came along yet no matter how many times I tell that I'm a fake people think I'm real - just in that way.
I've got bills and a small income, I balance it all out with no confusion. I burn off bridges and look back at the ashes, I'll dance in them with the rain - with joy.