Things come and things go.
But some things,
they linger, you know.
They're here but they're not here.
Over the edge but not falling.
Those are the worse things.

I want to be your psychiatrist.
So I can look into your heart,
find the holes in your lies,
whatever you're trying to hide.
But I'm unable to read your mind.
You say you keep to yourself so I won't worry.
I think you should to know
I'd be more worried this way.
We all'd be scared.
So I guess sometimes being a friend is not enough.










I actually survived five hours of chem today.
And I think my teacher got damn pissed when he marked my math paper,
because the way he expressed himself on my answer script gave him away.
I have my own method of doing P n C.
I don't have to go by your method.
Ass!
ass ass ass ass ass!!














Is it better to be in one,
or in pieces?
I guess they take turns.







A Willow Deeply Scarred,
Somebody's Broken Heart
And A Washed-Out Dream
They Follow The Pattern Of The Wind