i just found a friend . . . in one of your lies, to treat me so nice.
psh. just some lyrical shit.
2003-11-07 : 1:31 p.m.
so much time. / so little to do.
strike that, reverse it . . .
*2003-11-07 : 1:31 p.m.
so much time. / so little to do.
strike that, reverse it . . .
IF YOU EVER SAID YOU MISSED ME
THAN DON'T SAY YOU'VE NEVER LIED.
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call 911, i'm already dead but someone should be caught and held responsible for this bloody mess . . .
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i've got a 20 dollar bill that says no one's ever seen you without makeup. you're always made up. i'm sick of your tattoos, and the way you always criticize the smiths and morrisey. and i know that you're a sucker for anything accoustic . . . but when i say 'let's keep in touch', i really mean I WISH THAT YOU'D GROW UP. this is the first song for your mixtape. and its short, just like your temper . . . and somewhat golden like the afternoons we used to spend, before you got too cool.
