never
i'm sick and twisted.
all the cruel punishment
is all my fault
it's not yours
that broke my heart
hammer was in my hand
who knew it was made of glass
these fragile pieces left
will be there until
you come to glue them back.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
so...
i hate to type that. i hate to type hmmm... and i hate freaking ....(the dots). i absolutely hate them. but sometimes, that's all there is to say. words sometimes aren't enough. or maybe it's just that you're out.(of words) it's not worth the fight to make them so we just "hmmm" or "soooo...". i'll prolly keep doing that cuz i'm fickle like that. but if i were really fickle, should emotions scream so loud that no one hears a word they're saying. maybe volume should decrease, and then we could get somewhere.
i don't really know what that mess is at the top. all i know is that it wasn't the rain that was salty. it wasn't even raining the night the liquid dripped of my nose.
all the cruel punishment
is all my fault
it's not yours
that broke my heart
hammer was in my hand
who knew it was made of glass
these fragile pieces left
will be there until
you come to glue them back.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
so...
i hate to type that. i hate to type hmmm... and i hate freaking ....(the dots). i absolutely hate them. but sometimes, that's all there is to say. words sometimes aren't enough. or maybe it's just that you're out.(of words) it's not worth the fight to make them so we just "hmmm" or "soooo...". i'll prolly keep doing that cuz i'm fickle like that. but if i were really fickle, should emotions scream so loud that no one hears a word they're saying. maybe volume should decrease, and then we could get somewhere.
i don't really know what that mess is at the top. all i know is that it wasn't the rain that was salty. it wasn't even raining the night the liquid dripped of my nose.