the birds behind their bars.
2005-06-22 1:24 a.m.
every aspect that you have loved, i now find unlovable, my own tongue is retribution, is loneliness in actioni will never be what you thought i was.
(i will wish that i could have been.)
and this, this is all shit and posturing, me pretending at pretending at pretending differently, so who sees what i'm really thinking on disbursement, with anticipation risen
cast the cover up in it's new role of infamy, a masterful performance, i am tired, very tired now, of living
i am tired, very tired now, of living.