Nov 29, 2005 22:26
it's pretty over here.
and i feel great sometimes and no-
most of the time.
and there's glass all around,
and everybody's staring in in in.
Their eyes are so sad
and it's raining all around.
But I don't care.
No, I don't.
And it feels so good to fly,
The air beneath my wings is stale
With the dying breaths
Of those beneath me.
But it feels so good,
and I don't care.