i dont fuckin know.... there is no title.

[myburningeyes]

oh yeah,
you bet we're walkin down this path again
and you know where we're going
the grass is broken from my constant footsteps
and the newspaper is stacked at the door

but oh wait! wait! i really am..

im sorry to bother my unwalked path
but im goin where you dont know
cuz constant patterns kill me
so im cutting my feet on grass made of glass
and im bleeding all over my comfort