I haven't drank at all, but I am so freakin' drunk
Pupils are incredibly wide open
I haven't spoken for a while, but my voice's so tired of singing
I can't believe she's so freakin' thin
I can't stop thinking about her skinny naked body
I am so ill and I should kill these thoughts
I shall bury them inside my dreams
Pupils are incredibly wide open
Reading mysterious messages on twitter
I suppose we're playing, but she's blind to my touch
I am kind of excited by her voice
I guess she likes to dance
I guess she likes to see herself in the mirror
I guess she watches her skinny naked body
In the mirror
Like I do when I have this dream
In which we play on twitter
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