Well, its dumpville for me.
down in the dumpsville mood land.
What is with this place? every fucking day I wake up and it's the same.
Denial is a river that flows through my bedroom window every day.. it pulls me from my sleep it takes me shopping it makes me pick up the phone.
My words should melt and I should become a poster, Hang me up on a wall, with a mirror faced for me to see my reflection. then let some man cum on me.
The ants will carry my food and eat it all.. so i can grow thin and disolve
let the wolves eat my brain, i dont need it. i dont need this place anymore!
THERE MUST BE SOME WAY OUTTA HERE
fuck.. and i cant find it
how do i get out??????
HOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!