Razorblade Kiss, by Ellie J [Idol Lies], by Thoughtless Encounters |
a razorblade kiss, struck on my wrist, life pours free, let it be, let it be. and as i lay and cry, softly asking why, i remember, last december, as sorrow pangs, biten with depression's fangs, red in blonde hair, and there is nobody there. nobody inside, it's like the me i knew died, but at my own funeral, i never even cried. like the above line, i sound just fine, but i dont fit, in the place i sit, god my life blows, like nobody knows. xoxKyelle |
Posted: 2006-02-06 06:45:04 UTC |
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