thursday, mar. 18th, 2004

12:38 am

It's not a joke if you can choke on the thought of it
You're not my friend to defend if you're loving it
So come to hurt that you squeeze somebody's hand
It doesn't hurt if you think about all your fans

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12:43 am - again!

He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
He's holding back from telling her exactly what it really feels like.
He is the lamb, she is the slaughter. She's moving way too fast and all he wanted was to hold her.
Nothing that he touches is really having an effect.
He whispers that he loves her, but she's probably only looking for...
So much more than he could ever give. A life full of lies and failing relationships.
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
He waits for it to end and for the aching in his guts to subside.
The people, the focus. The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself. They take all the taste out.
It used to be the reason that we're even, now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.

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