Monday, September 27, 2004

the used

I'm lying to myself and this daggers my excuse.

I must have caught something in the heat of all these dances.

I'm a worm with no more chances and i've lost all doubt in a chemical romance.

I guess i'm bitching at the thoughts of tarnished hope.

I'm so apathetic in my resentment.

Living, Loving, Knowing this in my resentment.

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