maybe something nice will do on the midnight highway ;


Well , I think , well maybe
I'm still recovering from what happened
Maybe it had always been just a one-sided story.
but it felt so fucking hell good that It became
In my mind , A fucking reality.
I can't seem to forget them times that we had.
I wish you would never become a part of my past.
Sometimes I stare In the darkness and wonder
why? why did I end up with be in love with someone,
someone like you ,You Egocentric Anal Prober.
Oh well , I think silence Is beautiful
I am made of blood clots and black holes
please tell me how you are able to do the things you do.
I'm so convinced that your skin is still the same as mine.
what does it take to get under your skin.
would It be like watching someone die or
would It be like watching a bad horror flick.
well If you have to be a part of past.
I wanna be able to look back and smile and say.
that was now , this was then.