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

Posted by Lando Commando @ 3:04 AM