miércoles, 14 de mayo de 2008

YOU CAN ALWAYS COVER ME WITH MAKE-UP.


Where will I be
When there's pain as far as eyes
can see stand in line for days and nights,
making up lost time
this is how it feels
So now I cut these loveless wrists
My head sure hurts today
I'll take another twenty pills
and try to make my troubles go away

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