We're all just trying to survive
to excell in this wateland we call ..........home
but I can hardly manage to keep my lungs breathing
while your so obviously sucseeding
so sure that you can invent the cure
that will help me be you, wash out all that is ..........me
because I am all that would never be wanted
I think in skewed theories and beautifull colors
coordiniating brain and ink to create blaspemies
of our tragedies
that you dare to call ..........life
your assumed knowlege and amazing abilities
beg the question: "so what is it like to have me so figured out?"
because you seem to know the answer
only wish I could ask you, cause I want to .........know
 lynsae4 · Fri Feb 10, 2006 @ 04:48am · 3 Comments |
