Saturday, March 01, 2003

“So take that look out of here it doesn't fit you
Because it's happened doesn't mean you've been discarded
Pull up your head off the floor—come up screaming
Cry out for everything you ever might have wanted
I thought that pain and truth were things that really mattered
But you can't stay here with every single hope you had shattered”

Come up screaming. You’ve done worse damage to yourself in mosh pits. Your constant scowl doesn’t fit you; there was a time when you would have smiled.

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