christ666's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Options Face what I have to face Complete by my sarcastic taste What a waste, I think I'd rather die Wanting, never gaining I find myself pondering life Always situations I can never hide Crying tears of anger, remorse I though I knew the real "me" I never know what to do Pour out the life, a bottle of the vive A despearate cry for you to come and justify ... I"m in a daze caused by pain A failing force that wants to change Painting the white to grey I'm painting the white to grey My body, still shivering I wish I could wear your skin Painting the white to grey I'm paintin the white to grey ... Plastic, always drastic A vision of a psychopathic with a razor crawling through the attic I know somewhere out there someone cares Wanting me to get my head out of the clouds as they think it's time repair These scars will never clear I'll never be the same, a little one with hopes of one day being sane I might have tried before...but the door is locked And you can't even consider to unlock it ... I'm in daze caused by pain A failing force that wants to change Painting the white to grey I'm painting the white to grey My body, still shivering I wish I could wear your skin Painting the white to grey I'm painting the white to grey ... Cutting and popping I know I'm not the definition of your model I'm always dropping Crying with lying I rarely find the relevance in always competing or trying I now take dying I need to feel the same as I once did before I'm cold In the back of a back of the puppeteer bathroom floor is where I tried to die 4:24 p.m. - 2003-06-24 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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