Why so clinical, so efficiant, so emotionless? Like a doctor examining a diseased gum, Its a wonder you haven't requested a pair of marigolds, To dispose of when your done...
Where's your passion? Your fire? Your animal? Your lust? Your want? Where's your adolescence rubbing up against me? Where are the shivers sprinting down my spine? 'Cause it's been a fanciful six months,
The minutes roll into one, So do the hours, And the days, When I'm here, In the past, Stuck in a rut, I can't change the past, I can't forsee the future, I'm swamped in the present, Picking m
Her sandpaper melody engulfs me, Stinging at my age-old scars, The scars still soft even from the yester years, Her bitter, regret-filled words, Twist the charred remains of my heart, And fill my unpredictable eyes with white-hot fury.