Oct 24, 2005 20:21
ehh wrote this last week, spent the past couple days perfecting it. still a work in progress.
Can you hear my silent tears
over the sound of your voice on the radio?
Can you trace the path we've fallowed
to arrive at this place you call home
that's my personal hell?
Ask about me
pretend like you care.
We're the people we hate
That we mock and we tease
Throwing stones and im fragile as glass.