How many parties do I need to numb my body and mind? How many stamps do I need on my wrist to kill that all sensitive soul? How many hugs, how many kisses, how many dances do I need to turn that idealist into a total jerk?
When is this party thing gonna burn that good all movie guy to ashes? I have no wish to keep that decent soul in me.This party thing is exhausting. Some one, please, kill that soul and leave me nothing but a breath. God, a new life and a new soul, please. I'm sure it's not too much to ask from you.
I wanna cry.
You're back, but why? Should I ask, or should I keep my elegant but useless silence?
Tomorrow night, may all hell will break loose. Let me shed the crazy tears. For what? I'm not sure I have answer to that.
Sometimes you've gotta roll the hard six.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Frakkin' Night Life - Pasual [17SEP08, Day 274] (Intoxicated Version)
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