they happen upon us like a sick and deadly pms
i guess you don't realize till it's over
the crap and shit you felt and angry words that spewed out of your mouth
all over
the drama of your life when there is no such thing as drama you drama queen
just trying to keep it together, trying to keep it together
when just feeling so ready to toss in the damn towel
and then all of a sudden its over
the sun shines and it's friday
all is hopeful and sleep takes over
Friday, June 08, 2007
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