So yep I hung out with Tim today or rather yesterday, obviously he's too cool to talk about it on his xanga.
I always pretended to be okay
I never intended to fall away
Anticipating the day I die
Concentrating for answers why
Converstations in my head
Constant motion filled with red
All my fears surrounding me, everyday
I can't see all that I am or used to be
Help me run
So I can breathe
Emptyness filled the room
Supressing rightous doom
Sorrow for all I am
Borrow my heart again
Suffering more each day
Covering my decay

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