my fingers smell like
cigarettes
and my eyes are drooping
slowly down
because I'm tired
and I'm tired of thinking
I cant stand the idea
of all my love being wasted
i just want to love him you know?
You know about all of these things
because you are not me
and I'll ask you again.
and I'll tell you again
you should be with her
but damn.
do i want you
and by god do i need to kiss you.
I spent days and days and days
praying to give me a chance and
when it came
i was too scared to
let it sieze me.
so many moments
i have wasted
too many smiles
hugs
i have thrown away just to
brighten up your day
and to brighten up mine.
so tired.
and I'm so tired.
I'm so sick and so tired
lift and fit
and lift and sing
and drag, lift, swim
over and again
i hope i wont fail
happy birthday to me
happy birthday to me
happy
fucking birthday
to me
to me.
10:17 pm - 29.07.03
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