Aug 08, 2004 22:39
-im eaten alive, by what i hold inside.
-all the things that i live with, i cant easily hide.
-and im left here with nothing.
-nothing to live for.
-but you.
-it's not easy to hide all this damage inside.
-but i'll carry it with me, untill im not alive.
-im so sick of this place.
-this taste in my mouth.
-cause of you, i cant figure.
-what im all about
.. Tha's all folks. Just some of my staind song. Buh-bye