...what I remember most is what an asshole you were / are. I honestly never thought that such hatred would have been possible. Sad if not Grimm.
"What gives you the right?
To fuck with our lives?
A devil born in paradise
A liar loves to lie
Keep watching your back
Killers always have killers on their track
Keep watching the sky
'cause you might get lucky again" - Stars
Funny how the opinions & observations of strangers seem to mean more to people you're close to than your opinions / observations. Well not really funny...weird maybe. Sometimes change is not for the better sometimes. Maybe I'm just bored and disappointed.
...some of my best friends are the most beautiful of disasters....those who are not are merely pretending. It's amazing to me to watch how people choose or not choose how to connect to others, much of the time I just close my eyes and jump not knowing, I've learned that everything is uncertain and I can't let it stop me or drive me too crazy...I'm an asthmatic that smokes cigars...wtf is that?
in the small hours I realize what I have done
in the small hours I realize what I have done
I held the hand that threw the stone that killed the bird that woke the city
I held the hand that threw the stone that killed the bird that woke the city and I could not feel the flower in my hand I could not feel the cracks beneath my feet and black holes in the sand.
in the small hours I realize what I have done
in the small hours I realize what I have done
I held the hand that threw the stone that killed the bird that woke the city
I held the hand that threw the stone that killed the bird that woke the city and I could not feel the flower in my hand I could not feel the cracks beneath my feet and black holes in the sand.
in the small hours I realize what I have done
in the small hours I realize what I have done
I held the hand that threw the stone that killed the bird that woke the city
I held the hand that threw the stone that killed the bird that woke the city and I could not feel the flower in my hand I could not feel the cracks beneath my feet and black holes in the sand.
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