Hollow Void Filler
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It's like your scratching your nails
right down my back
drawing blood,
but you dont care
see your mind is elsewhere
another lover
you'd rather be there
I'm just a carcass
as your mind fantasizes
I'm just a body
donated to your
imagination.
right down my back
drawing blood,
but you dont care
see your mind is elsewhere
another lover
you'd rather be there
I'm just a carcass
as your mind fantasizes
I'm just a body
donated to your
imagination.
Can not be arsed with life no more.
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I imagine it does'nt, just a theory I had, it's not based on actual experience.:)
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
indeed
very nice
That is exactly how one should feel in said situation
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key