sábado, 5 de febrero de 2011
a dreary float, almost aimlessly and carelessly sailing thru life. sipping honey and thinking about what hasnt happened. with me, whatever it is, its likely it wont happen. but i have my little art projects that really dont mean anything to anyone except me. i hold them up to the light, twist it and watch it sparkle until it looses its momentum and again i have to see that im the only one in the room.
trying to impress the future into being a friend to me. the past can be depressing; a more harmful kind of enemy. i fumble when unwrapping the preset and its all just slightly entertaining.
take my hand and tell me you know its not a perfect world.
tell me its normal to bleed before you can start to understand
to have cried over a lost girl
tell me its a mistake to cast out neatly wrapped dreams just because they wont unwrap or unfurl.
take my hand and tell me its not a perfect world
its not a perfect world
its not a perfect world
trying to impress the future into being a friend to me. the past can be depressing; a more harmful kind of enemy. i fumble when unwrapping the preset and its all just slightly entertaining.
take my hand and tell me you know its not a perfect world.
tell me its normal to bleed before you can start to understand
to have cried over a lost girl
tell me its a mistake to cast out neatly wrapped dreams just because they wont unwrap or unfurl.
take my hand and tell me its not a perfect world
its not a perfect world
its not a perfect world
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