I am a strange person with a strange outlook on life...so leave me alone all of you stupid hu-mans...I think I said it right or is it hair-less beach apes? |
Killing me Slowly
Rapping me from...
Taring down my walls...
All can see me for who I am...
I don't get to see your face
But you in a place...
Twisting
Turning...
Acid rain falls down
Forever staining the ground...
Threads of my desire
Unravel against my skin...
You left
And so has your love...
I don't get to see your face
But you in a place...
Don't go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first. ~Mark Twain |
Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines. |
A day without sunshine is like, you know, night. |