Tuesday, November 17, 2009

the song in my head.

"And this is what she sang...

It's not like I'm a slut
Or that I really like to fuck
I just want every boy I see
To walk away with part of me.

Until there's nothing left to hold
Until there's nothing left to hate
I appreciate your help
But even you can't save me from myself."

- "Japanese Gum" by: Her Space Holiday

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