Monday, January 08, 2007>
at the end of the day it makes no difference what i say.
we both know that you’ll always get your way.
is there a hole in your head?
did you not here what i just said?
no matter what you will always get your way.
at the end of the day i lack the will to escape,
is there something in your mind
that makes it so hard to be kind?
we both know i’ve nothing left to give.
the highs the lows the too’s and fro’s.
you’ll come and go, but never know that this absurd four letter word means nothing.
i roam the streets in pouring rain, the alcohol won’t ease the pain.
the image in the mirror frame is breaking.
i know i’m strange, i know i’ve changed
i’m being brave for no ones sake.
i’ve got two legs so i can run away.
dull or floored i’m insecure.
it’s clear to me that we’ve grown forward.
i‘ve got no faith in friendship anymore.
it makes me dumb, it makes me shake.
my sense of feel has gone away.
as if your take will knock me out of shape.
i’m uninspired and full of doubt but these grey days might sort me out
and put some colour back into my world.
sucide notes and butterfly kisses-
10:17 AM
