If you ask me where I'm from, I get all confused and irritated. I finally thought of a location that will let you create assumptions that I'm comfortable with...............
Published on January 30, 2005 By propagandhi In Philosophy
Do I have a horrible habit of lying to myself?
Can you tell me why he's not craving me?
Why he doesn't miss my presence.
Why he looks at me in a half attention gaze and let me know how busy he's been this week.
While the whole bar gazes him up and down and moans for his body.
I look at it and see where I've already been.

Why can't he just love me?

Why must I fall for the stupidest people?
I want you to want me like the air you breathe.
I want you to need me, like everything.

and celine aint shutting up today.

so adorable the cutie buns, the untouchable.
ooh honey I've touched all right.
I've touched everywhere.
but i probably gross him out.
should I feel bad for him?

when I was talking to the super effeminate black guy,
he answered my questions for me.
like he owned me.
oooh I like that....

i was being way too desperate I suppose.
but what the hay.
you aint gonna ever stop being yourself I suppose.

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