my warm blood starts to boil |
I don't want to talk to you anymoreI'm afraid of what I might sayI bite my tounge everytime you come aroundCause blood in my mouth beats blood on the ground.
Posted by on Wed, 24 Oct 2007 16:28:00 GMT |
hmm |
september never stays this cold where i come from and you know i'm not one for complaining.
Posted by on Wed, 12 Sep 2007 14:41:00 GMT |
you've got to give it up |
some people have a gift of reaching right into your souland finding the whole and making it biggerbaby sometimes I think I catch ya crackin cynical smilesand in a short while youll be my heart's grave...
Posted by on Sun, 05 Nov 2006 19:17:00 GMT |
tkm.. |
I turned to go home. Street lights winked down the street all the way to town. I had never seen our neighborhood from this angle. There was Miss Maudie's. Miss Stephanie's--there was our house, I ...
Posted by on Sun, 26 Dec 2004 22:42:00 GMT |
