Wednesday, November 29, 2006

sometimes i wish i had the ability...

take it back, please.
all the lies you told
to sympathize with me.
you said it all, and
made me believe, that
you cared. but jee...
i guess that was the
teen spirit talking.
a family of seven down
to four...that includes
you dad, ben and the door.

'sometimes i wish i had the ability to read your mind, to find out what you want, so in the future i don't screw up your day by getting you the wrong sweatshirt...'

i'm endlessly your slave
with absolutely no praise
to pray for.