No, damn her
Still I feel my stomach turn
Jump back hold my head high I'm strong
No, damn her
Still I choke on her lies
I'm feeling... I'm strong
No, damn her
Still I feel my stomach turn
Jump back hold my head high I'm strong
No, damn her
Still I choke on her lies
I'm feeling... I'm strong
Six-All That Remains
Thursday, March 26
Wednesday, March 18
Carousel
Its strange how life serves something up to you in your face, its like spinning around a merry go round, or sitting in a carousel...but i think that actually it is like having boiling hot soup placed on a lazy susan, and then spun around till it revolves and arrives nearest to you.
Its just about how much heat you can take from it. After all, in normal circumstances it was always me who packed the heat.
In normal instances, it was I that placed the hot soup there. Yet these past few days, it had not spun in my favour. And it really sucks.
Ask me how does it feel to be one of them, and I'm telling you, the spotlight...it burns. It burns.
Its just about how much heat you can take from it. After all, in normal circumstances it was always me who packed the heat.
In normal instances, it was I that placed the hot soup there. Yet these past few days, it had not spun in my favour. And it really sucks.
Ask me how does it feel to be one of them, and I'm telling you, the spotlight...it burns. It burns.
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