Wednesday, December 28, 2005

When I get what I want, I never want it again

im sick

i feel like trash

but i still made a three course meal

i cut onions and cried

over the loss of you

tho they aren't related

my hair is soft

i must blow dry it

it smells like pre steamed loved

i cried over the loss of you

they could be related

i have to go out now

free tickets musnt go to waste

i'll go for some hot chocolate and a smoke before hand

its what i loved to do with you

i shouldn't let myself feel this way

but sometimes i just give in

MUSIC - Hole - Miss World