I'm so sleep deprived my eyes begin to burn. I don't give a damn if you read this, If im a liar then your a bore. These songs could kill me hand me a knife and slice me down. Call this empty murder no suspects, no motives. Holding my throat patience he whispers, patience? Fuck this purgatory. Embraces never felt the same. Standing there she wonders... will this be the same in 5 years? For those who grow to fast still young, will need forever. And boys who stare eyes filled will safety let go to easily.
Come and went in one breath if looks could kill... Bones not broken just mangled to the point of no resemblance. Naive to think otherwise.

i wonder if this works.

Look its my first journal, a place where i can be poetic and sappy! yay, hooray for sappiness! Poetic sounds alot like pathetic... coincidence i think not.

HEY! look up Fancy Nancy Funny Hour on youtube. shit da bomb!