Monday, November 3, 2008

Yeah, Mister Prozac Is Some Pick-Pocket

Neverland never seemed so far,
but yr my second star to the right
of my wrongs

table manners

I'm nothin' but another scar on that steel trap you call a heart.

I know this isn't love but
I sure could use a way out
why do I find out who I'm not
whenever i start to realize who you really are?

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