Aug 16, 2006 00:41
Well do you wanna talk about it? Do you think you'd understand how things can get so fucked up with such good, such good intentions? And if, if roofs turn to sky, held by the gravity of nothing, an ironic and literal making of a bed. You know, you can walk away, but there is a reason to stay.
What the fuck were you thinking?
I'm not sorry. I'd do it all again.
All the lines between hate, love, and revenge....it's just dead, it's dead, it's dead, they're just dead feelings.