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I got your love letters, corrected the grammar and sent them back. It's true, romance is dead...I shot it in the chest then in the head..
I keep my jealousy close Cuz it's all mine. And if you say this makes you happy then I'm not the only one Lying..
I'm pretty sure no one loves anything as much as a cat loves a good ass scratching..
And in my darkest moment, Foetal and weeping... The moon tells me a secret, My confidant. As full and bright as I am This light is not my own and A million light reflections Pass over me.
Seems like I've been here before. Seems so familiar. Seems like I'm slipping Into a dream within a dream. It's the way...you whisper... -Tool.
Mention this to me. Mention something, mention anything... Mention this to me And watch the weather change. -Tool.
Knuckle deep within the borderline. This may hurt a little but it's something you'll get used to. Relax Slip away... -Tool.
A twitchy husband one night... A tired wife the next. :).
Things I could be doing right now But I won't. The fog has rolled back in even though the sun is shining in its rare way here And purpose has left me once again.
If I could dwell Where Israfel Hath dwelt, and he where I, He might not sing so wildly well A mortal melody, While a bolder note than this might swell From my lyre within the sky. -Edgar Allan Poe.