Friday, August 22, 2008

no use crying (over spilt guts).

took a look in the mirror and asked for my best shot; looked my worst and felt about the same. asked the image on the wall for a little bit of insight, and got: "you're nothing more than dialogue and i'm done reading between the lines."

so tell me how it feels to get sick of yourself, 'cause i'm done cashing in on all the credit you give me.

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