So sick, of this perpetual mess
So Sick
So Send
So Send
the message of distress
Wrap'd up
Like a tiny ball
Of impending
DOOM
I feel so small
Did I really crawl
before I ran
Like desert sand
when it's wet
Coagulating together
when we're falling apart
So pinch
So pinch, my cheeks
And smile it all away
All away
All away
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
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