Girl in the snow, where will you go
To find someone that will do?
To tell someone all the truth before it kills you
They listen to your crazy laugh
Before u hang a right
And disappear from sight
What do they know anyway?
You'll read it in a book
What do they know anyway
You'll read it in a book tonight
I feel like a virus, manifested and over-rated. Split down the middle with a choice of nothingness, my temperature is high and my patience short. I feel sickness. I feel dark. I feel ache.
To find someone that will do?
To tell someone all the truth before it kills you
They listen to your crazy laugh
Before u hang a right
And disappear from sight
What do they know anyway?
You'll read it in a book
What do they know anyway
You'll read it in a book tonight
I feel like a virus, manifested and over-rated. Split down the middle with a choice of nothingness, my temperature is high and my patience short. I feel sickness. I feel dark. I feel ache.
XOXO
~JAx
Boy on the bike, what are you like
As you cycle round the town?
You're going up, you're going down
You're going nowhere
It's not as if they're paying you
It's not as if it's fun
At least not anymore
When your legs are black and blue
It's time to take a break
When your legs are black and blue
It's time to take a holiday
[Edited on Nov 30, 2004 8:57PM]