they still eat their young

two things go their way and end up nowhere everywhere it's all false and barely breathing i love th honesty of lies. does this go anywhere make any sense twisted reality into a sponge soaked it up spit it out left the songs playing on repeat in my head bouncing around the room waking up only to hear myself talk about nothing everything whatever it is that comes around i know i'll never read another thejanechord entry and am feeling a little confused about it all a little bit raped and wondering how long it's been. it's odd when you get used to the words of a person. it leave a footprint on your numbskull. it leaves yoiu bitter happy crying thinking it all might be better but to what end? where is all this going?

2002-11-09 | 12:08 a.m.
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