RIP MY LITTLE CAR! OH HOW I WILL MISS YOU!!!!!!!!!!
I have blue eyes and I just recently dyed my hair black.
I attempt to play guitar.
I bellydance.
Dancing where the stars go blue.
Dancing where the evening fell.
Dancing in your wooden shoes.
In a wedding gown.
Dancing out on 7th street.
Dancing through the underground.
Daincing little marionette.
Are you happy now?
Where do you go when you're lonely.
Where do you go when you're blue.
Where do you go when you're lonely.
I'll follow you.
When the stars go blue.
Laughing with your pretty mouth.
Laughing with your broken eyes.
Laughing with your lover's tongue.
In a lullaby.
Where do you go when you're lonely.
Where do you go when you're blue.
Where do you go when you're lonely.
I'll follow you.
When the stars go blue.
The stars go blue, stars go blue.
I'm not afraid of standing still, I'm just afraid of being bored.
I'm not afraid of speaking my mind, I'm just afraid of being ignored.
I'm not afraid of feeling and I'm not afraid of trying.
I'm just afraid of losing and I am afraid of dying.
I'm not afraid of being sick, I'm more afraid of being well.
I'm not afraid put the gun in my hand, I'm just afraid it will hurt like hell.
I'm not afraid of screaming and I'm not afraid of crying.
I'm just afraid of forgetting and I am afraid of dying.
I'm not afraid of looking ugly, I couldn't care what they say.
I'm not afraid of happy endings, I'm just afraid my life won't work that way.
I'm not afraid of forgiveness, I absolve you everything.
I'm not afraid of lying but I am afraid of dying.
I have scars on my body from using myself.
Abusing myself in sickness and in health.
I have bruises on my body which go away with time but remain in my mind forever
As a constant reminder of the last man i loved, loathed, left.
I have the word 'truth' on my arm because there is no room for honesty when you're a liar.
I have a tattoo on the back of my neck which i cannot see, but i can feel.
I have a tattoo on my stomach which in italian means 'the sweet life'.
I have the word 'love' in flames surrounded by stars on my right wrist
Because these five fingers go straight into the soul of man.
I have the word 'hate' on my left wrist because the left hand is the hand of hate
And it was with this hand that cain knifed his brother.
I'm right handed. Maybe that's my problem. My ruin.



