Had I known then what I now Had I thought now I knew then.. I might be human with all the stupid fix-ins As I fix sins and vixens souls Stitch clothes for the characters they play then switch Nail me to the dress The holy costs less I'd toss if I still had your breasts to rest my head on Since you've gone I recalled my with problems and hate but I can't remember the model or make Now glass bottles break in my grip I'm about to take the next exit and end this head trip My bed is of its blankets, comforters, pillows and sheets, but I have to peel off all my skin to remove your scent in order to sleep
I had my and lows When on top, I let you peek out over my on my shoulders and I suppose if I had a backbone, you still be here My is filthy.. from my lows you weren't there. But to keep from feeling guilty I the dirt...Kept it piling up Now Mr Feel Nothing saves his tears of a cup and he drinks. And he forgets that an asshole Jealous of his ghosts and doubts that he has a soul
My secret pleasures have my demons gossiping I'm a ghost writer for the horrorcore lyrics my personal sing
I'm sitting in a tub.. with all my clothes on...shivering...considering the of love.
They get of what I have to give...IF THAT It's all about the packaging. They're by the gift rap.
Predictable. Easy to They're foreshadow puppets and I'm waiting for their to break.
The pillars that once held up my halfway house have taken out. I'm in my last days now. There's a coming soon. I just want to crawl into my mother's womb I need a zone, But obviously I need to another home To call my own...and return to and I it to be you
I sit and stare, out, think a lot and never sleep, creating memories to remember and then I to eat.
to the street you used to live on, staring at the bedroom window of your old home with eyes...waiting for God to throw me a bone.
I'd settle for one more goodbye while I settle for less I'm unsettled at best. Sulking abandoning settlements Insulting my companions intelligence...conversing baby talk Playing with mind games. Rehearsing with thought.
Its the way we that made my blood bubble then turn cold, when you made me walk through rain and mud down a dirt road. it left me so me..
not
I've got mud to sling...
Shot.