dischord. disonance.
Dysfunctional.
Dysfunctional.
without music, I would be dead.
without You, Jesus,
I would be hell.
don't let me turn to stone;
the line should really be "imperct/blemished/tainted/screwed" boys with their perfect plights
that's the thing people don't realize,
it's not just difficulty.
it's pain, stress, and heck load of other crap you lug along.
most of the time, alone.
why since You've wounded my heart; wont You heal it, why won't You heal it?
maybe you're right;P I may have attitude problems.
but it's something I utterly loathe. That I could do without, if........
You don't just feel life, protruding at your bum, like ready faeces,
You taste it in your tongue;
cringing acidity;
bittersweet.
loves;
hiddengangs*
Ps.
This world has nothing for me'
This world has nothing for me'
sorry for the lack of tune updates, as you can probably decipher, I'm struggling with my shot at life.
Pps. Happy Mother's Day. It's a pity I didn't inherit you're linguistic skills Mi; I love you.
