Feb 28, 2005 12:58
Its like fire.
bottled into a little glass telescope the lens scans the curves of your skin. you don't care, it doesn't matter, you float around. it doesn't matter that its like fire.
I'm sick of being told not to care. I'm sick of being asked if that outfit looks ok. I'm sick of being asked who's my hag. I'm sick of being queer............ACTUALLY I'M NOT.
river water like yr tears yr eyes I can't breath when you think, blink yr eyes and smear the blood on my chest. you make me shake and i follow in hopes of hearing just one word. it doesn't really matter to me that its like fire.
abercromie and fitch can fuck themselves into oblivion cuz they want me and my friends to hate ourselves but we won't let them. its hard and it sucks and its so work, but we won't let them.
it doesn't matter, its okay, everything is fine, i don't care that its like fire..