mysong,soaked
now you're a stranger to me, that's so hard to believe because you were the first to pry my heart from my sleeve and you were the last to see innocent me. now i'm fire and you're just burning. that flame won't burn out, and it singes my skin. its' color relates the weight of my sin. now my house is locked, and you'll never get in because the doorknob will just keep turning.
why is that the ones i trust don't deserve it? why is it that love isn't worth it? this isn't about you, or you either. this could be the anthem for sadistic people. for those whose tears have turned them evil, there is no harm in enjoying watching me burn.
christmas was cool, but boring in mississippi. i love all my presents (thanks). happy birthday mom.
new wave blasphemy has a reunion show tomorrow night. we practiced today and i remembered everything, hell yes.
here's to hoping i don't lose my voice.
why is that the ones i trust don't deserve it? why is it that love isn't worth it? this isn't about you, or you either. this could be the anthem for sadistic people. for those whose tears have turned them evil, there is no harm in enjoying watching me burn.
christmas was cool, but boring in mississippi. i love all my presents (thanks). happy birthday mom.
new wave blasphemy has a reunion show tomorrow night. we practiced today and i remembered everything, hell yes.
here's to hoping i don't lose my voice.