Staring blankly ahead
A big white page with no black ink...
People of centuries gone by
visiting my little corner of the world...
Things are totally out of order
Cold winds are here...
He is just a part of my life
just as she might be his whole life...
Yes I know
I came to the bathroom and killed you...
The same thing
over and over again...
I'm used to having my friends dead. |