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"...scars and memories
memories and scars
i look up in the sky and wonder where you are...
...memories and scars
scars and memories
talk to me kid cause i need some guidance please..."
But sky can't chat and nor can the people you see in it
I don't need gym membership. I'm looking emaciated, underfed. I did that all without a gym.
I lied when I was little about being born in England; I really was a compulsive liar in primary school. The other bit is that I kept the lie going with one person I knew up until late high school. I recall that, then, I made another lie up to cover the transition to the truth about having been born in Melbourne. Charades. Don't worry about the later lie - it was too convoluted. He was an idiot for believing me.
Living by self. Parents gone away. Golly. You human beings do some shit things sometimes; I even persist in letting some of you know. Mobile collects cobwebs. I am of that Doom opinion: "send me a letter or better we can see each other in real life/ just so you can feel me like a steel knife" She wanted to fuck in the abandoned apartment next door, climb over the roof. I'd had half a packet of pseudoephedrine and was so depressed that week I'd masturbated fourty times each day and was feeling like a eunuch + shit smile. Why in fucking hell she called 2 weeks later is beyond me. But it only ever really works out good with me if they do the persisting so who knows, maybe I'll be surprised. No more drugs, no, not anymore. They were making a fucking leper out of me. Living by self living by self living by self. My nephew dreams about police cars apparently, and the Caroline Springs clouds definitely don't have any departed mates in them that respond to requests.
memories and scars
i look up in the sky and wonder where you are...
...memories and scars
scars and memories
talk to me kid cause i need some guidance please..."
But sky can't chat and nor can the people you see in it
I don't need gym membership. I'm looking emaciated, underfed. I did that all without a gym.
I lied when I was little about being born in England; I really was a compulsive liar in primary school. The other bit is that I kept the lie going with one person I knew up until late high school. I recall that, then, I made another lie up to cover the transition to the truth about having been born in Melbourne. Charades. Don't worry about the later lie - it was too convoluted. He was an idiot for believing me.
Living by self. Parents gone away. Golly. You human beings do some shit things sometimes; I even persist in letting some of you know. Mobile collects cobwebs. I am of that Doom opinion: "send me a letter or better we can see each other in real life/ just so you can feel me like a steel knife" She wanted to fuck in the abandoned apartment next door, climb over the roof. I'd had half a packet of pseudoephedrine and was so depressed that week I'd masturbated fourty times each day and was feeling like a eunuch + shit smile. Why in fucking hell she called 2 weeks later is beyond me. But it only ever really works out good with me if they do the persisting so who knows, maybe I'll be surprised. No more drugs, no, not anymore. They were making a fucking leper out of me. Living by self living by self living by self. My nephew dreams about police cars apparently, and the Caroline Springs clouds definitely don't have any departed mates in them that respond to requests.