March 6
Who broke me into a million pieces?
A million pieces of love for others to collect and to waste
For the rats and the roaches to pick at and take
To find out a feather is stronger than me is to find out that the Justinian code was fair after all
I say to myself, “the night is young and so am I,
So why let this girl bleed into my sky”
If love is for fools then send me to the madhouse
Because I know not
If crying is for pussies then I’m a huge fucking cat
It’s okay though..
Because I know that I am not alone
Someone else somewhere about must know this feeling
The only way to go is up when you’ve fallen to the very bottom
And if up means back to you then I’d like to stay down here
It’s quite peaceful and less hectic
There’s more room and I’ve nothing to lose down here but myself
