Don't live it collecting dust
I can't break through the door I don't own with shattered blue flowers and orange popcicle lips. The angels need to die black inside faults as no other. Make them feel better because I can't do it alone. Stick a key in the socket learn to fly for a new beginning love lost suicide speak no more. Everyday is a new day. The bright black sun shines in nothing i can do I feel so alive it hurts. You can only crawl in the dark for so long It's time to stop dwelling time to live a new life. These problems are holding me down down to a chain. Too hard to build wings when the skin won't break. boil new blood red not blue. When I perfect the recipe I'll give you a call. Written March 30th, 2002 © on Mar 30 2002 06:44 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"I can't break through..."