Today is just one of them days. I see friends but they aren't mind.
Under the cover is a Frankenstein monster trying to hide.
Can tell how they look at me that I'm a freak
There no enough room in the world for creeps.
Sitting with shadows the things unknown
Curled in the corner the beast sits all alone
A beast looking for a friend
But in the end
He wishes he was dead instead.
Under the cover is a Frankenstein monster trying to hide.
Can tell how they look at me that I'm a freak
There no enough room in the world for creeps.
Sitting with shadows the things unknown
Curled in the corner the beast sits all alone
A beast looking for a friend
But in the end
He wishes he was dead instead.
jackrabbit_:
I assure you that you are no freak of beast love.... *hugs* *hugs*