i took my love down to violet hill
there we sat in snow
only
two
positions:
victimizer
or victim
both
end
up in
destruction
for
trusting
this
crooked
system
please don't be mad with me
I have no identity
all that I've known is gone
all I was building on
It's the oldest story in the world. One day you're
seventeen and planning for someday. And then quietly, without you
ever really noticing, someday is today, and that someday is
yesterday and this is your life.
I'M TELLING MOM!
I cried when Ellie died. dammit!
