Wednesday, April 05, 2006
butter my fly. i'm sitting on my bed looking at the screen, fascinated by the blinking cursor. yes, a wonderful example of human existence at it's lamest.
So you sailed away
Into a grey sky morning
If I could take you away
Pretend I was queen
What would you say
Would you think I'm unreal'
Cause everybody's got their way I should feel
Everybody's talking how I, can't, can't be your love
But I want, want, want to be your love
Want to be your love, for real
Everybody's talking how I, can't, can't be your love
But I want, want, want to be your love
Want to be your love for real
Want to be your everything
Everything...
Everything's falling, and I am included in that
Oh, how I try to be just okay
hazel
11:01 PM
