allan

So he would sulk, and drink, and cross his arms and hope to die........................and than a fairy came one night to bring the sorry boy to life...............................she pulled some strings..........spun him around..........that voice rang up.......and began to shout..........my arms, my legs, my heart, my face they are alive..............and she would cry LIAR LIAR, what have i done.........your no lover and im no fighter..............the story goes on.........so he would buy her things and kiss her head to show he was for real.............and she would take those gifts and kisses though just stringing him along.........she knew about those wooden boys.........its an empty room to fill the void............pinnochio oh how your nose has grown............so he would cry LIAR LIAR.....ill prove it to you....but than it grew....he had grown tired of her......so it was true.......he left her apartment, and he walked all night long.......till he was stopped by the shore of the ocean.......but still he walked on, amongst the whales and the waves......and screamed LIAR LIAR....and his wooden body just floated away.....he just drifted away....and now i wonder how i was made......and now i wonder how i was made.......my arms, my legs, my heart, my head is driftwood

why does it seem that whenever i open my eyes............someones heart fucking breaks...........i cant fucking take it anymore..........

i feel free but am not........a child looked and he was gone.........i ran as far as i could to get back to me........but what is wrong.......scream it over and over till my lungs bleed...........my wings are broken, my heart has shattered.........but in the end tis what i cannot find that mattered..........i am a ghost with tethered emotion..................please someone take me home................please show me where i faltered..........i know the answer......its within reach........if only these memories would set me free