december 5th, 2001 / 12:52 a.m.

i'm sick of having my heart broken at a moments notice
i'm sick of wearing my heart on my sleeve
for all who can see
to spit on
playing these games are getting us nowhere
just let me know where i stand
give me the solid footing
these half closed eyes
half drunk feet need
i'm so confused...
just tell me...

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