I'm spitting out game to the paper
Over and over
But my fingers still feel lonely
Because you talk like a skyscraper
A lot
And I'm just waiting to be boney
So instead of solving a rubixcube
I rip it to shreads
And instead of gaining your love back again
I rip off that bitches head
Because I'm swimming in green
And you're breathing it in
And my only escape has come to it's end
And I need a good book
And a fool to pretend
That we are together in sickness and sin
And I forgot to scroll through some sad sad pics
I can't figure out why I can't write right anymore
It's almost like I'm being ripped to bits
When I'd much rather be eaten whole
I have no inspiration
I have no broken soul.
25.3.10
Highlow
There's love without sex
And there's sex without love
There's hope and there's faith
But we stray from above.
We giggle
You scowl
Just sluts on the prowl
Lies between teeth
In between sheets
In 20 years
If our hearts beat
We'll be happy
But not free
And there's sex without love
There's hope and there's faith
But we stray from above.
We giggle
You scowl
Just sluts on the prowl
Lies between teeth
In between sheets
In 20 years
If our hearts beat
We'll be happy
But not free
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