Something flickers in her eyes and I sit up, losing my smile slightly. Studying her, i know something is wrong and stand to walk backstage in wait of her.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
“Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.
I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.” — Richard Siken