Aug 15, 2006 23:30
Faith, you're driving me away. You do it everyday, you don't mean it, but it hurts like hell.
Everybody just needs to get the fuck out of town. It's making me sick. Maybe if you're all gone, I can stop thinking about it so much, and focus on what's in front of me. I don't like choking up while making phone calls.
I have written pages, upon pages, trying to rid you from my bones.