Sunday, May 15, 2005

mr brightside

i've sat here for 20 minutes trying to think of how i should write about this. i'm just not going to. but no one should ever have to go through this.
Now I'm falling asleep
And she's calling a cab
While he's having a smoke
And she's taking the drag

Now they're going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head
But she's touching his chest now

He takes off her dress now
Let me go
And I just can't look
It's killing me
And taking control

1 Comments:

At 3:56 AM, Blogger Stoops said...

*silence*

 

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