I were my mask, as if it were a task. to fool a lover, and even my dearest mother. I was lost thinking I need help, but then I saw I didnt want to be found. I kept running around, but I felt my feet were bound. Sorry if I meet you with a happy face. It was so fake you couldn't even find a trace. I love my cold heart of mine, its cut deep with hate, fine as a cutting line. Care for me let me know, give me love, let it show.
Tybalt-chan · Mon Jul 24, 2006 @ 04:14am · 0 Comments |