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Monday, July 31, 2006

Your Pretty Little Song About Loving You

I’ve got an urge
Break my hands up .
Chew my fingers
To a blood red pulp.
Make a tight fist.
Knock myself out.
I’m sick of this.
Knock…

Lovely pretty little thing,
You’re in my head and you make me sing.
Ugly, angry little things,
Keep coming to my mouth and it makes me scream.

Turn my neck hard.
Kick the front door.
Throw my guitar.
Make myself sore.
Tear my eyes out.
Make myself sick.
Doubt doubt doubt,
Sick sick sick!

Lovely pretty little thing,
You’re in my head and you make me sing.
Ugly angry little things,
Keep coming to my mouth and it makes me scream.

Cracking my ribs and breaking my teeth.
I Love you so much, do not blame it on me.
Its not my fault, I don’t think it assault
If you cant find the words. I just make it hurt.


# posted by Zort @ 5:50 AM ::


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