Sunday, June 26, 2005
crazy cool
Friday, June 17, 2005
june 17, 1:05am
Glass Heart
A body remained
but the soul was not found
A reach for an output
that ran into the ground
Some dead popstars
with money in between
Give blood to your idol
drain it from the teens
Once a ballerina
and now a ragdoll
A piece of explosive
in a locker down the hall
An exit to a world
unlike all the rest
Strive for excellence
but never be the best
There's a 50 to 1 shot
on the kid with red hair
When he comes around the corner
let's push him down the stairs
Holding on to people
is too hard a thing to plan
People come and go
and slip right through our hands
What was you and I
is now apart
The shattered remains
of your glass heart
Scattered across
the bedroom floor
A bad situation
Escape through the trap door
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
fake
you are who you wanna be
you are who you're with
you like what you see
you hate what you hear
you talk without lips
i am mine
i am here
you're unstable
when it's not clear
life is troubled
when life is doubled
you hate that you're fake
you wish for a made-for-tv life
you're everything to everyone
living life just for fun
just as long as you go noticed