Apr 2010
This thought that refuses to leave
an unwanted raging lunatic
tearing at my soul
You are a bug
eating at my flesh
and you refuse to die
I squash you
I burn you
I spray you
and yet
I cannot sleep
Because I know somehow
somewhere,
you will find your way back to me
and ruin my life all over again.
an unwanted raging lunatic
tearing at my soul
You are a bug
eating at my flesh
and you refuse to die
I squash you
I burn you
I spray you
and yet
I cannot sleep
Because I know somehow
somewhere,
you will find your way back to me
and ruin my life all over again.
Ex-boyfriends are a pain in my backside.
Somehow, their ghosts tend to linger far past what they should, and in order to get rid of them you must shove them out forcibly, determined, and with finite resolve.
I wish I had been stronger sooner so that all that pain could have been avoided.
--Masque
Somehow, their ghosts tend to linger far past what they should, and in order to get rid of them you must shove them out forcibly, determined, and with finite resolve.
I wish I had been stronger sooner so that all that pain could have been avoided.
--Masque
