sexta-feira, 20 de abril de 2012

Lost for words


Can you see your days blighted by darkness? Is it true you beat your fists on the floor? Stuck in a world of isolation while ivy grows over the door. So I open my door to my enemies and I ask could we wipe the slate clean but they tell me to please go fuck myself, you know you just can't win...

To martyr yourself to caution
is not going to help at all