am i still tough enough.
Music: Stone Temple Pilots - Sour Girl
intake just burns, floating inside me only bringing the satisfaction i could hold for desire
no reason to for walking gaia bleeding with my pouring heart in my paws.
disarmed atleast, curious about alot more. i hear alot more now. makes me uncertain, definately.
i still question as to my open doors, to those who eat upon my blood.
my ruby slippers. only take me so far.
i wish they knew me all too well.
maybe even better than i knew myself.
and even made me coffee.
when it comes to you, i cant wait.
tears still break through
i'll try make it further though
i really dont know what to say to you, everything just burns into me more. is it fair on me, i really dont know. is it fair for me to always feel obligated to not speak my mouth when all that burns inside is the ash i consume.
what to do.
