I miss you--Incubus |
To see you, when I wake up is a gift I didn't think could be real.
To know that you feel the same as I do is a three-fold utopian dream.
You do something to me that I can't explain.
So would I be o...
Posted by Joyce on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
The reason--Hoobastank |
im not a perfect person
there are many things i wish i didnt do
but i continue learning. i never meant to do those things to you.
and so i have to say before i go, that i just want you to know
i...
Posted by Joyce on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
DOWN--311 |
Chill light on my sight as my ego becomes
a funky child with some words on my tongue
be like intake of breath and my mouth gets loose
so while I scatter my spit I dream of juice
have you ever made...
Posted by Joyce on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
