(October-November, 2007?)
Making me feel so Empty
Driving me oh so crazy
Get all worked up,
and now you're hazy.
I sit around so empty
Get so lazy.
I'm walking around;
Upside down
and every thing's a blur.
Forget me not-- I'll be around
knocking door to door.
People talking shit at me
You're a fucking bore.
Purple trees and Yellow leaves
and Life's a fuckin' whore.
Selling out myself and its raping
every bit of me.
Keeping your stoned-head blood cells warm. . .
This is still
A fucking War.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
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