| manda ( @ 2004-01-19 16:26:00 |
day three of the headache festival feels like this:
Faith, you're driving me away
You do it everyday
You don't mean it
But it hurts like hell
My brain says I'm recieving pain
A lack of oxygen
From my life support
My iron lung
We're too young to fall asleep
To cynical to speak
We are losing it
Can't you tell?
if i wake up with a headache again tomorrow i may slash my wrists.
Faith, you're driving me away
You do it everyday
You don't mean it
But it hurts like hell
My brain says I'm recieving pain
A lack of oxygen
From my life support
My iron lung
We're too young to fall asleep
To cynical to speak
We are losing it
Can't you tell?
if i wake up with a headache again tomorrow i may slash my wrists.