Sunday, June 21, 2009

Shut Your Playboy Mouth

All these fucking lies...why did I believe you would stop?
Stupid ambiguous answers which just translates into you'll be pissed off at me so I'm not going to say anything...I'm even more pissed this way
I never thought a job could change a person this much...I know I don't change that much from work...at least I never hurt anyone.

Pan may be my mask...but it makes me stronger, what choice do I have...I need the strength more than ever right now...counting down until Pan emerges.
Got yelled at some more for the Ski Club, that's not me, but I felt like I belonged so I went with the flow, and now I'm the one whose ass in on the line.
Fuck
Who can I be if I can't be Pan anymore...

What I wouldn't give to be back in China...what I wouldn't give to walk to the reservoir with you one more time...
My sanity is escaping me...dizzy spells are becoming consistently worse
Uriah can you hear me?

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