Wednesday, September 17, 2008
I know Your Sleeping All Alone
and you're dying to get out.
c'mon i dont know how you cant love these.
they make music sound magic yay yay
stress doesnt ever go away, its impossble to escape.
At least i see right through some issues.
they dont matter.
you all do though.
i hope you're holding on
because were all made of glass
just made to shatter
you just dont realize it
ive got a terminal disease. its called birth
everyone makes great decisions on their death bed
but where the hell were you when you were alive??