Sunday, May 9, 2010

twenty years eleven months four days

i feel bad for u my love
for wanting to be my friend
i betcha u didnt know
our beginning was our end
im crazy dontcha see
soon u'll know for sure
and why i take these pills?
for battles i endure

im constantly at work
also a habitual slacker
driven into the ground
chip off the old black lacquer

im dead inside
but now not sure
if i was ever alive

daddy touched me
in bad places
when i was only five

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