by Josh Dec 21, 2008
category :
Sadness, depression /
lost relationships
I said everything, to accommodate just being, I told you so, but you'd never know, my dignity, my soul, you feel so compelled to play me off, as just a tattoo you can't rub me off,or turn your head and scoff oh no,Your god he just spit me right back up, onto his plate washing with his cup away that bitter aftertaste, Bitter to the tongue cold to the touch, Tangling veins too close enough to trust, I gave myself wings, |