EmptymeOut

bundles of inadequate thoughts.
2003-05-15 05:27:24 (UTC)

in my face in your place.

if i were driving down the road listening to marilyn
mansons sweet dreams i would feel like at any given moment
a cold icy hand would creep onto my shoulder scaring me
shitless for the life of me. if i were driving down the
road listening to marilyn mansons sweet dreams and it was a
sunny day and i had 5 people in my car laughing and making
lots of sound i would feel like at any given moment a cold
icy hand would creep onto my shoulder scaring me shitless
for the life of me.

something about the song.
and the way i feel tonight..

nobody said it was easy.
no one ever said it would be this hard.

they said i was working too hard, not elevatig my feet,
standing too long, not eating enough, and very stressed
out. but i dont believe them.

and then i did.
kyle?
thankyouforchoosingmcdonalds.

and i could tell that she had been picking at her face for
days on end. i can always tell. i always.. just know. i was
there once. she was there with me. i escaped. she didnt.
simple and common. not me, but her.

its the question. not the answer. i seek it. and it runs
from me. fast. but not fast enough.

i have the wit to not complain.




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