Mar 08, 2005 20:01
The rage that fills this blank page.
To write this rage.
Just to fill this page.
I used to be naive.
To write this rage.
Just to fill this page.
Everything will on go on without you.
Cuz I wear my heart on my sleeve,
but I wear a jacket around you.
Ive written this rage.
Just to fill this page.
I'll leave this all behind.
So things dont go on without me.