"Poetry everyone! The boy fancies himself as a artist.......How can you have your pudding if you don't eat your meat?"
drink , drank, drinkin', drunk,
as if i could mend the things i've done,
the webs i've spun
the rumors i've spred,
the lies i've fed
the love i've rejected,
and the hate i've infected.
drink , drank, drinkin', drunk,
as if i could mend the things i've done,
the webs i've spun
the rumors i've spred,
the lies i've fed
the love i've rejected,
and the hate i've infected.
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Somebody knows me well
Says she'll spill the whole story
She may be lying I can't tell
Meet me inside
I'll keep my head to the floor
And one hand on the handle
Of the mad/sane door
Here am I, more roche five than pain
Here am I, just me and my walls to blame
Here am I, I really don't feel quite sane
Here am I, still searching for my shadow in vain
Lock my door I only think in black and white
I'll even try to look ashamed