when mad girls are gone singing love songs a lonely lass whose eyes and lips dead shut lost in a big fat gigantic mess
she lit a cigarette up and all is born again to put up with the thing she's done to remind her of who she was and to take her mind off like an ocean takes the ***** sands like an empty bottle takes the rain like an nuclear bomb takes clear air like the scars takes time to heal
the world seems to drop dead mad girls are gone to hit the road a swift wind from the barley caresses her body all the stars go waltzing out in black and white and all the odds left within
"I promise" is something I never say because it is nothing That I am sure of. Circumstances change, things change, Feelings change. These things I have no control over, so if you ever ask me to promise you something, I'm sorry but I can't.
The demons crawl Under my skin. They show themselves. Occasionally. When my inhibitions Are lowered & my hackles are up. Testing, daring, Taunting & scaring.
Why would I fear you? I put you there. Look at me. See me. you should be scared!
She that lay it on the old wooden floor. To sounds that use to be but our no more. No life lives here. No one is no more. One arm outreach trying to dig down. The sound is deafening, the sound is no more. He that lays beneath does not hear that scratching sound. He is and you are no more. I am trying to reach out to the bones above the floor. But she cannot hear me. This lady is no more. I am parallel to both. But I see the dancing clown. And he can have no more.