| 4 entries | | |  | | | | untitled | wrote | | My evil tongue,
does seem to run,
with a mind of it's own.
I must be cursed,
I always make it worse,
you may aswell just take me home
Well I know that you've been through it and you have your scars.
All the women are from Venus and the men are from Mars.
I could tell you everytime I admit the charge (so wrong). | | | | | untitled | wrote | | He used to feel so safe up here in his shrine to Ikea
Away from the shouts and the louts and the girls with the over-painted pouts
And the queers and the dykes and the kids in their box-fresh Nikes
Delivering rocks to the house across the street on rusty mountain bikes
Sometimes I don't say the right things to make you love me even more than you do.
Though I try, I just can't apologize for all the things I'm putting you through | | | | | untitled | wrote | | get this writer's block, it comes as quite a shock,
And now i'm stuck between a hard place and the biggest rock,
In my own head consumed. I sit back in my room,
Its like the tapestries of life get tangled in the loom,
I'm like a butterfly, caught in a hurricane,
My pulse is quickening as my heart plays a new refrain | | | | | blok | wrote | | I'm livin' in the past,
My clocks an hour fast,
Should really go and make a coffee but i can't be arsed,
I've lost my mobile phone,
You'll have to call my home,
On second thoughts just leave a message when you hear the tone, | | | | | 4 entries | | |
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