Mar 09, 2005 09:44
I saw something I was not supposed to see
A ghostly memory that keeps on haunting me
I don't want to be seen as a pretty thing
Cause it's the pretty things that we're always breaking...
And now she whispers into the mirror, I'm broken.
Oh doctor, doctor, can you fix me?
Oh please, mister, can't you fix me?
Someone, anyone, won't you fix me?
-cursive