what i wright is what gose through my head at times. |
Knives come to mind,
When those devious manipulative little nothings...
How did it ever happen
how did it come to this...
Knives come to mind,
When those devious manipulative little nothings...
Rolled up
Huddled in a corner...
Here I lie and here I give to you my heart,
Do with it as you wish but please do not make it...
Blood and the pill
The many times you’ve done this...
I am dead and rottting so leave me here like the corpse that i am |
I am but a piece of toilut paper |