Jun 27, 2004 19:34
The looks from the crowd can not touch me today
The looks from the ones who usually get looked at
The looks I remeber from a past day
Raise your hand and choice yourself
Break yourself, and lay upon the flood
Spread yourself thin, so people cant find your theory
The looks from the on-lookers cant fade me in my sleep
The looks I give myself in the mirrior hurt the most
The looks from those who have failed in life
Write something on the walls of your soul
Create and destroy at the same time
Grow up only to die in the end
The meaning of spin?
Glance to Dare to Motion to Abortion to Numbers In The Night