||[Jan. 17th, 2009|12:25 am]
|[||while shakin a little to the left to
|||||....and i won't breathe so you can recover||]|
it's always easier to hate than it is to love.
there comes a time in every battle when the remaining soldiers have to gather themselves and retreat to salvage what they have left- the little life that they have left.
I just keep standing on my tip-toes, stretching my neck, peeking over the hill, watching for the cavalry.
the perfect position for someone to cut my throat.