Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Tonight I'm like a paper doll
Maybe it makes sense now. Maybe somewhere in all of this there's a reason.
Maybe somewhere in all of this there's a why. Maybe somewhere there's that
thing that lets you tie it all up with a neat bow and bury it in the backyard.
But nothing, not getting angry, not prayers, and not tears,
can make something that happened unhappen.
It was always easy to point the finger,
to let someone else take the blame.
When you make a living out of making excuses,
it's hard to face yourself again.
Happy endings lie. Waste away your life.
What are morals when you're famed?
This is so cool.