“The broken clock is a comfort, it help me sleep tonight Maybe it can stop tomorrow, from stealing all my time. I am here still waiting, though I still have my doubts I am damaged at best, like you’ve already figured out.” Have you ever noticed, that the people who are the most broken, are [...]
Archive for February, 2011
“Once in a while I act like a child to feel like a kid again It gets like a prison in the body I’m living in Cause everyone’s watching and quick to start talking, I’m losing my innocence Wish I were a little girl without the weight of the world.” Sometimes it seems like two [...]
