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The radio is haunting me with these songs....
So I write these poems that haunt me as well....
There's no helping me, I'm hopeless and lost in heartache....
Yes even ugly people can have broken hearts....
I'm stuck in the past with painted and broken cds....
Torn apart with every love song and every word that you say....
Damn, four months seems to fly by when you're pretending to be happy....
I'm going to kill this radio while I swing on starlight memories....
Friendliness is over rated and a lie....
Love the biggest lie, a lie I don't know but you told....
End this time with a word from your heart so I feel closure....
Never this will never happen not even in my candy coated dreams....
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