Friday, December 26, 2008

So boycott love...

detox just to retox.
And I promise you any thing for another shot at life.
Perfect boys, with their perfect ploys,
nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy.

Detox
just
to
retox.

I'm coming apart at the seams, pitching myself for leads in other peoples dreams...

I wanna scream I love you from the top of my lungs,
but I'm afraid that someone else will hear me.

(:

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