Friday, September 29, 2006

i gave my heart to rock and roll

i love it how you can say one thing, and everyone hates you for it.
the wine glass is full, but your heart is still empty.
maybe you don't know the situation, and maybe you are overreacting.
their loss is bigger than yours, so why do you continue to make such a big deal?

blood stains the carpets like a painted canvas.
it has a story.
the girl with a narrow view, who could only see halfway.
she lost it through in through.
slit her throat to calm the storm.
nothing is as it seems, nothing is in the norm.

your heart is bursting with mad desires to have me here, right now.