Wednesday, November 26, 2008

trip stupid happy zombee

what a wasted girl. wasting the ink, wasting the water. wasting her precious time everywhere she makes her presence known. wasted days turn to years but she's the only one you can't turn down, can't turn wasted girl away. she's too pretty. you can't say no. what a wasted girl finding a new wasted balance, song by song. no love songs, no songs to remind her of the waste. the wasted boys, wasted games. don't waste it with a silly love song, she says. can't you see i'm already wasted? she's wasted from head to soul, hating and loving all the same. 11/17 11:26pm

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