| Subject | Like scratching a lock with a key |
| DateCreated | 3/3/2007 9:59:00 PM |
| PostedDate | 3/3/2007 9:48:00 PM |
| Body | Yea, I just wanted a title... it doesn't really correspond to anything. Anything at all. Or does it? --- I give and I give And the breath does nothing but leave me No sound comes out Just wheeze, and the word comes out ugly And it's all ugly Isn't that the way life's meant to be? But I keep giving And you could've guessed the cliche rhyme What is given to me? Lonely nights and half felt invitations Time that never makes up for time lost Cold feet and a cold doornob A pain that hits quite hard but I can barely say I've met at all And dirty hands And dirty mouths The dirty words make dirty invitations And if you couldn't guessed the cliche rhyme Those minutes when compared to days are only simple consolations |