Oh, they say.
They say that you still have a soul...
I sit in the bathroom waiting for the bell
to ring, i sit down in a dark coner waiting still...
I once had a dream that i was falling and after...
It was so nice not to be obsessed with you, today.
I got to spend time with friends who think I'm OK...
There was a time
when i was young...
The heat is here
The fire's blazing...
Black, black as dark as night
the color of no light...
The tightening of leather as you lose your breath
the warm blood upon your breasts...
Alone in the dark
watchin time pass by...
My words flow... just like their suppose to.
But i don't mean them...
Many nights I sit outside staring at the moon
wondering what my purpose in life is...
So confused from
All confessions...