THE SEASON TO BE WITCHED...
...feels like the summer of death, 2009, all over again...the same old eyelids of the heartless peeled all over again...
...grown tired of the old news...don't need any new noise keep the toys up all night...
...my heart has been peeled so much that it's numb these days...
...i don't need a girlfriend to lend me a rake to all colors laying in my lawn...all the mirrors seem broken when i lend an image of what's behind me...
...hind-sight is a waste of words.
...feels like the summer of death, 2009, all over again...the same old eyelids of the heartless peeled all over again...
...grown tired of the old news...don't need any new noise keep the toys up all night...
...my heart has been peeled so much that it's numb these days...
...i don't need a girlfriend to lend me a rake to all colors laying in my lawn...all the mirrors seem broken when i lend an image of what's behind me...
...hind-sight is a waste of words.
