As if people keep sitting on me
Its my pressure,
Its my note, there is nothing wrong with me.
You all seem to play this hooked tune,
While you puncture your precious skin,
With the needles.
Its my note, and there is nothing wrong with me.
I will always be the little boy they think I am.
I will always be the perfect one they put on me.
Its my sins, they capture me in my dreams.
And I will never remember the bad,
The times I was thirsty, the time I drank nothing.
It was the only time I really felt real, now that I’m empty.
You’re the spoken word
You’re the imaginable angel that people kiss,
Sometimes you realize you’re one of many,
Sometimes you realize you’re known by plenty,
Sometimes, sometimes, there are some times when…
You love me.
2006-09-23
14:30:42
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