Diesel Anne (dieselanne) wrote, @ 2006-05-29 22:08:00

there is hardly a meter. my feelings in a matter of seconds.
stomach clenched, sick rises like heat
i feel the pounding in my head
i've made it through
the day is gone
let's see if i can fake another one

kisses fall from my cheeks
splattering on the dirty sheets
i never win i never win
god grant you see
this falsehood has its grip on me

you're more than blind
you're more than good
time to end
no time to begin
my human doormat made of sin

drink away sorrows
don't face the day
if you've no sense of wrong
you can do no harm
so, baby, keep this bottle warm

	(Anonymous) 2006-08-25 02:24 (link)
	possibly stealing this! (Reply to this) (Thread)

	(Anonymous) 2006-08-25 02:24 (link)
	oh wait, sorry, that was from me, Britt! (Reply to this) (Thread)