words, by Too Blinded by the lips of L*O*V*E* to taste their sweet poison! |
creativity lock means my minds on block and everything i write down doesn't sound as it should sound when i'm happy i can't write but depressed i'll be up all night trying to get the words to show the feelings i want you to know words are my weakness there the way i tell my secrets |
Posted: 2005-10-30 10:00:35 UTC |
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