*grrr*
Can you see your days blighted by darkness?
Is it true you beat your fists on the floor?
Stuck in a world of isolation
While the ivy grows over the door
So i open my door to my enemies
And i ask could we wipe the slate clean
But they tell me to please go fuck myself
You know you just can't win
Pink Floyd, "Lost for words"
pringle - 7. Sep, 13:35
