May 10, 2005 19:13
And the bridge disappears
and I'm standing on air, with nothing holding me.
And I hang like a star, FUCKING GLOW-IN-THE-DARK,
for all the starving eyes to see...
like the ones we've wished on...
now I'm confused...
Is this death really you?
THIS TIME ITS DIFFERENT
I THINK YOU'LL LIKE ME.
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