Thursday, December 4, 2008

Green Towel

when the sun doesnt shine
will you be mine

you say love is blind
then death must see clearly

20/20
a perfect score
make it work
i was so sure

she came one day
threw my toys away
grow up
an option?
rather a demand
oh mother nature
oh mother why

conserving
deserving
OBSERVING
converging
deterring!

The truth is I've lied
every time i made you cry
every time you wanted me to die


I can see

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