It is as if Miss Autumn tore out the words from my mind during a manic-depressive episode... sometimes the people all become faceless, emotionless, clones. Swarming about in their own shit, spitting on me for being a freak. For being the paint on this blank canvas.
They do seem like the 'dark thoughts'...
~xx~ Nostalgia
It is as if Miss Autumn tore out the words from my mind during a manic-depressive episode... sometimes the people all become faceless, emotionless, clones. Swarming about in their own shit, spitting on me for being a freak. For being the paint on this blank canvas. They do seem like the 'dark thoughts'... ~xx~ Nostalgia