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Thursday, January 11, 2007

i've been pondering a likely possibilty lately...
that maybe i dont have talent in art afterall...
ahh wadever. i dont really care anymore. ok maybe i do.
*** hip hip hooray for me, you talk to me
but would you kill me in my sleep
lay still like the dead
from the razor to the rosary
we could lose ourselves
and paint these walls in pitchfork red

i will avenge my ghost with every breath i take
i'm coming back from the dead and i'll take you home with me
i'm taking back the life you stole

this hole that you put me in
wasnt deep enough
and i'm climbing out right now
you're running out of places the hide from me
when you go
just know that i will remember you
if living was the hardest part
we'll then one day be together
and in the end we'll fall apart
just as the leaves changing colours
and then i will be with you
i will be there one last time now

when you go
just know that i will remember you

i lost my fear of falling
i will be with you
i will be with you

its not a fashion statement, its a deathwish.


she's not here @

5:16 PM