December 2011
Dear God, how have you been, then? I'm not fine, fuck pretending All of this death you're sending Best throw some free heart mending Invite you in my heart, then When done, my sins forgiven? This God
What the hell am I? Thousand eyes, a fly Lucky then I'd be In one day deceased Sickman, sickman, sickman I can feel the wheel, but I can't steer When my thoughts become my biggest fear Ah, what's the
What is see is unreal I've written my own part Eat of the apple so young I'm crawling back to start. Alice in Chains, "Rotten Apple".