little pills, pretty smiles
i talk to myself, all of my friends are imaginary, i will never understand all the forces that have created me, f*ck writing, i love bottles more, there are already so many walls built around you by outside forces, why would you build walls around yourself, i wouldnt mind drowning right about now, so long as i can play with ben in heaven, anyone who drinks dr. pepper is cool in my book, as long as i can be sand at someones feet someday, it will all be worth it, i can only be destroyed by God, as long as i can still know the ocean crashes, i will still have a place to land. 10-17-01 Written November 6th, 2001 © on Nov 06 2001 06:54 AM PST, midnite_raver 0 • 10
AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.
About this line
"i talk to myself,..."