Wednesday, 27 October 2010

Teenager screamager.

Your beauty makes me feel alone.
I look inside but no one's home.

Today was such a good day.
Now all I can see is grey.

I want to move to higher ground.
With redemption spinning all around.

My skin is chappy.
My mind is mad.

You make me happy.
I make myself sad.

I've heard the calling.
I've sung my song.

Something's always been missing.
Something's always been wrong.

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