Monday, February 2, 2009

love is not like anything, especially a fucking knife

My stomach hurts now, and all tied off in lace
I pray, I beg for anything, to hit me in the face
and this sicknes isn't me, I pray to fall from grace
The last thing I see is feeling
And I'm telling you I'm a fake

lol how many times I had this song stuck in my head after I cut

the used Im a fake

1 comment:

  1. sounds like you've had a rough time.I'm so sorry and I wish I could help.I've cut myself before and there are still times I want to.