Your thoughts are still not your own, but those implanted subliminally by the radio as it plays.
oh.. and cuddling.
In a sick sad world
these things called hearts
are nothing more
than interchangable parts
so lets say goodnight to a sick sad world
and dream of days
where we are more
than lego hearts
and disposable girls.
Miss you Ryanface
RIP
Myself
and
Someone to point me in the direction of Christmas Island because everyone seems to live there.
Emptiness running through me Taking all that i am Leaving me this blinding mask Grasping for the wind Everything I've done Everything I've gained It all means nothing A mere breath has passed away Sadness I embrace Left with empty promises I look at myself and see the scars That are brought to me by this life Then I ask myself Is that all this world has to give The chase is over I am finished Stripped of every reason I cry out to You From my knees I scream
Click&Add..simple.
i'm on it...sometimes.
http://www.myspace.com/projectx_clothing
ADD this clothing company. I'll be modeling for them soon.
word.