Jul 2012
Like mood swings
on a pendulum,
My desire to give a ****
has gone again.
Only glass shatters
stop your plastic tears,
You're too **** precious to know a paper cut
I'll scream at you real world fears.
on a pendulum,
My desire to give a ****
has gone again.
Only glass shatters
stop your plastic tears,
You're too **** precious to know a paper cut
I'll scream at you real world fears.
