Mar 04, 2005 09:05
I feel physically sick everytime i wake up in the morning. i wish i could blame it on the cigarettes.
I will succeed in doing this.
I'm gunna start planning i think. i cant help it. what- im gunna talk to you about it? i want you to be happy. i wont be the one holding you back.
im empty
the way i love to be
float above my enimies
i am in control
the reality
may get to me
but on my knees
i am in control
i hide you beneith
my finger tips
past my tongue
partial eclipse
behind my mask
within my tears
you fight my fears
i am in control, when im empty