December 2011
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Oh cut the memory, make it short and sweet...
All their paper never feels like my lovers kiss
Or the warmth of her touch while we dream.
So if Im insane so be it,
Im trading everything.
hollybezza:
There’s a girl stuck in the mirror Oh she stares into my eyes She says she kiss me tender I say I don’t love her, but I know it’s a lie
and lately she’s been lonely I couldn’t tell you why She lives without emotion But she makes me better, only for the night.
The first step’s so called education, next chapter is assimilation. We keep you pacified so you will follow. It’s a stand in line conglomerate, in a bigot workshop mortuary.