i don't want to mug. i really don't. especially since everyone is mugging.
that makes very little sense, doesn't it?
i can't make myself care enough but i'll do it out of guilt.
cause the marks don't matter to me, but i hate seeing the disappointment in their eyes.
in the end it's not my choice to make and this isn't my life to waste.
I don't mean to close the door
but for the record my heart is sore
you blew through me like bullet holes
left stains on my sheets and stains on my soul
- werewolf by cocorosie
