I bet you didn't want to look my way yesterday, or talk to me in that crowd of people. But who really cared at all if we were going our seperate ways, our ways only crossed once and will never cross again. We stood in perfect silence as we looked at each other, and I wanted to ask you what you were doing... but I couldn't. Your eyes mezmerised me and I had to approach you, but when you said my name I took off like a fleeing deer. Why did you have to exist? Why do you have to act so brave when truelly were just scared? If you could....
Just Look At Me... And Tell Me Everything You Want To Say
=o well thats about it, I've been mad and confused lately... one of my friends started talking about suicide a couple nights ago, and I just went mental... >O its not like I could do anything... I just freaked out and started talking faster and more upbeat. She started to get mad and scared as I went into my own world and just started to talk to the oblivion, the God of oblivion. And if anyone heard my desperate crys for help... they'd save my soul before the God of oblivion stole it...
 Ningenskiller · Sun Mar 12, 2006 @ 12:23pm · 2 Comments |
