You swore that you wouldn't break my heart again and that we should just be friends, I started to forget about you. Then you appear back in my life sending me a text after text telling me how you want to see me, it's not the voice it's the face the essence, I fell in love with the man I thought you could be with a little guidance and support from me. Guess I was wrong, you keep calling me and all I wanna do is call Rogers and disconnect my phone but I choose to accept and just listen to talk bullshit in my ear.. And all night long I wait for your loving, but it doesn't come, reminsing about the nights we spent together hoping that it would happen again and never stop. But it did and I can't let you catch me off guard and have me in trapped in your hard grasps again.
To Be Continued...
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
skeemers, dreamers, all fall down.
Wondering aimlessly, without a goal in slight.
How could this be, a girl with so many dreams, leaning on a pole plotting her next strike against civilization.
Not a terrorist, but a skeemer, planting a seed of destruction against those that need a wake-up call, the ones with there head in lap of there mothers.
It is not my fault, they push me to a point of no return, i want to rip the absent-minded corpses from the corrupted society and make them choice the blue or red pill.
The matrix, an alternate world or reality that you can only see clearly by being heavily sedated.
The question is do you use the drug or does the drug use you ?
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