don't mind me, I'm a serious bitch.
I find myself playing with fire but I hate it when it burns.
sometimes it's good though, i've managed to feel free, loving days won't fit.
you must know.
let the hair tangle itself by your restless fears...
I smile to the sun for I have denied him for so long.
I'll let the moon shine off into a suburban life style and become prey to the wanna-be predators.
I'll rise.
for there's no other light to light when heartache hits you.
and it hits me every now and then.
should I cry?
I cry.
should I bleed?
I bleed.
should I stop?
I restle, like motherfreaking shooters primadonnas I'll get swallowed up in vain, but excuse me...
I'll remain true to myself.
