i'm not attached to yr world...nothing heals, nothing grows, our
world is so ugly now...we used to love ourselves, we used to love
one another. she wants me to be perfect like kennedy...
just remember when you think yr free, that crack inside yr
fucking heart is me. you keep all yr secrets wrapped in dead
hair, i pray at least we die holding hands for always. all that
i have left of her are a few old photographs that i keep in my
dictionary under the world "girl". i'm so empty here with out
you, i know they want me dead. how does it feel? (now i know)
i am a dead astronaut in space. you were automatic, and as hollow
as the "o" in god. ...the face of a dead star. you were frm
a perfect world, a world that threw me away. i've been fed lies
that i can't comprehend, i've become but a mere seed again.
sorry i wasn't mr. superstar...