Passport

Write my name, but don´t ware it out Anything you do ends up in a disaster What have you done to the dirty roses? did they sting? did you love the pain? I adore you?, But your love is faint "I am a doll" she says We will drink together until we drown the day. As I smell the rotten flowers, I know a piece of me has died in you. Never change me again, But you girl you make it hard to have believe in myself No replacement for the burdens Nothing new but I am still looking, Looking so beautifully ugly. The feathered stitched wounds make me this way. Martyr tell me what you are Saviour you are not saving me. She can´t be yours she isn´t mine She can´t be yours she isn´t mine She can´t be yours she isn´t mine What a doll I see why you like her.Someone that you really like, that leaves to be with someone you can´t stand. Written April 14th, 2002 © on Apr 14 2002 08:44 AM PST   0 • 8