May 16, 2005 12:48
I’m getting better now,
I never needed anything from you.
Everything you gave me,
Was a piece of me you had taken.
(Your hands are Novocain)
-Cut me up and feed me to myself-
...Such a tender gesture...
I’d give it all
To take it all back
Spit it all out
And feed you yourself
Throw away who you are and why
How you are and where
Throw it all away because I never should have cared
May 16, 2005