CRANK.

Jul 20, 2005 21:18

with just one stroke, i'm painted out
the color red is now in place of my exsistance
love or death,
its either one in this twisted game
i heard you say you were in control,
well wheres that fucking control now?
everyone makes promises they cant keep
but best friends shouldnt be broken down, abused, and completely torn as fast as they were
promises, bonds, secrets, and memories should of never been revealed
but theyre all out now
everyone knows
everyone can see it in your eyes
but can they see mine
sleepless nights
unfed bodies
sunken eyes
money wasted
time spent thinking
writing
talking
what did it all mean
where did it all go

nothing was accomplished, yet everything was DESTROYED.
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