the_monster

i need someone to talk to. of course i crash hard, what else would i expect. things never go so well for long.


Here comes the sadness that I miss so much
That lonely aching comes from every touch
Ive grown accustomed to the grays and blacks
Because theyre always coming back (coming back)
Sit down for supper, wont you dine with me
Or cant you handle seeing all I see
Ive grown to colorblind to cease my bitching
And Ive grown to love the pain