Nov 19, 2005 20:02
"The pieces of my broken heart are so small you could fit them through the eye of a needle"
"I took the pills, I took the advice, the panic stopped but still I'm not right. Racing thoughts and wasted time it's the same old story line,
this is my nursery rhyme and it goes: I believe in medication, and I believe in therapy and I believe in crystal light cuz I believe in me - it's so uplifting, fuck yeah."