Thursday, June 14, 2007 | 9:57 PM
Lip Gloss And Black-Atreyu
If I gave you pretty enough words.
Could you paint a picture of us that works.
An emphasis on function rather than design.
Aren't you tired cause I will carry you, on a broken back
And blown out knees,
I have been where you are for a while..
Aren't you tired of being weak?
Such rage that you could scream.
All the stars right out of the sky
And destroy the prettiest starry night.
every evening that I die.
I am exhumed
just a little less human
and a lot more bitter and cold.
I am exhumed..
just a little less human....
So much more bitter and cold...
After all these images of pain,
have cut right through you,
I will kiss every scar,
and weep you are not alone...
Then I'll show you that place in my chest
where my heart still tries to beat.
Aren't you tired of being weak?
Such rage that you could scream.
All the stars right out of the sky
And destroy the prettiest starry night.
every evening that I die
Live love burn die
well,how can you blame someone for getting addicted to a song?
lets see..
yesterday..
hospital with my granddad
dont wish to elaborate on that
today was fun though,
shopped alot with my mum
to make up for the missing shopping from malaysia maybe ?
hmm..
bought a bodyshop eaudetoilette
a nightmare before christmas weighing scale
don't ask me why,
it looked cool
ate at banquet
hairi,
start drooling
ate that black pepper beef thing,
with loads of chilli padi to accompany it,
my watch has to be sent back to the agent
cos of the strap..
shit..
then was tuition..
loads of my things are slowly dying
why man?!?!
xbox has to be swapped for a new one on tues
gonna eat that pizza hut
pasta thing mith my mummy
yeah man
and josh,
hope the air is clear eh?
till then,
shut up and listen to the merry voices singing
