Thursday, February 17, 2005
About a boy
Last night still lingers in his room
Sweet vanilla masks intoxication, anticipation, bliss and regret
The Sun's shine doesn't bring illumination
Only confusion and burnt bacon
Why do I always get stuck with the dishes?
Eating reconditioned Thai food
I wonder if I really am not the girl I was
Have I become what I once detested?
To be pitied and scorned
Is that the girl I now am?
Sweet vanilla masks intoxication, anticipation, bliss and regret
The Sun's shine doesn't bring illumination
Only confusion and burnt bacon
Why do I always get stuck with the dishes?
Eating reconditioned Thai food
I wonder if I really am not the girl I was
Have I become what I once detested?
To be pitied and scorned
Is that the girl I now am?
