It's Nights Like These
Dedicated To Sara
Buy me a shiny new machine, that runs on lies and gasoline.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
3/27/10
Tears fall another day,
I'm one cut away.
This place is like a fiery hell,
I'm dissolving cell by cell.
Being emotionally beaten,
my high spirits have figuratively been eaten.
I guess I'll never be mentally well,
until I reach the gates of hell.
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