Re: Dirty Little Secrets. -
February 18th 2009, 04:31 AM
I can feel my mind begin slipping towards bad things again....but I still can't talk to you or tell you when I'm feeling this way. I think that you think its all fake anyway. How are we so different, Mom?
Yesterday I saw you kissing tiny flowers
But everything that lives is born to die
And so I say to you that nothing really matters
And all you do is stand and cry.
Music is life. Start living.
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