You forgot me.
Nobody stands by me because they think I have it easy
But do they know everyone I've come to love are all leaving me?
All the most frightening, I don't feel a thing.
Mirror mirror
show me the object of my desire
Better yet, show me something I need.
Suicide, blasphemy and make-believe.
Is it time to revolt yet?
Friday, April 11, 2008
Posted by
Michelle
at
1:35 PM
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