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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
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