and here i am again
i am so disgusting that i can no longer handle myself.
You are calm and reposed; let your beauty unfold. Pale white, like the skin stretched over your bones. Spring keeps you ever close. You are second hand smoke; you are so fragile and thin. Standing trial for your sins. Holding onto yourself the best you can.
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| — | the boy who blocked his own shot |
So while you’re outside looking in, describing what you see: remember what you’re staring at is me. Because I’m looking at you through the glass, don’t know how much time has passed. All I know is that it feels like forever and no one ever tells you that forever feels like home sitting all alone inside your head.
Stone sour
