I sing until my voice is gone. Until my lungs are bleeding. Tell me you don't miss these brown eyes. And that you're not in love.
Take this stupid heart. I know it's all you ever want me for. And I hope you keep it close. So everyone knows that its all because of you that I'm dead to the world.
I hate, hate the way you look at me. Where's the pill that cure that thing you call "sweeping me off my feet"?
It's girls like you that keep open graves, for boys like me, that keep themselves locked up for days.
Hii. I'm done with livejournal. You can add me on myspace; which I'm probably also done with here: www.myspace.com/cheap___perfume I'm deleting all my friends too, so you delete me back or whatever. Kaybye.