quarta-feira, 28 de maio de 2008



i don't mean to close the door, but for the record my heart is sore.
you blew through me like bullet holes
left stains on my sheets and stains on my soul
you left me broke down begging for change
had to catch a ride with a man who's deranged
he had your hands and my father's face
another western vampire
different time, same place.
i has dreams that brings me sadness
rain much deeper than a river
sorrow flow through me
tiny waves of shivers
corny movies make me reminisce
they break me down easy on this generic love shit
first kiss, frog and princess.


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