May 17, 2006 13:55
"We will all get tossed inside just like the piece of shit we are
I will be your fantasy your imaginary special friend
I can feel you vibolate with you no need to talk to them
But instead you toss me in the box and leave me to rot away.
Hoping you'll pick me again someday... hey, hey"
There comes a point where your tolerance is at a breaking point, and guilt trips, and asinine fights threaten to break what little self-control you have managed to maintain. I feel like a fucking toy that gets passed around and forgotten.
So fuck 'em.
"I can see you near the bed when I look through this tiny crack
You've become much older now and I don't see you turning back
7 years of darkness I can only hope my wish comes true
That one day I'll get you in my hands...AND I'LL PLAY WITH YOU!!!"