There's a method to my madness...

I've taken more than I can give

I like the taste of blood

In the backseat of a car, in the corner of a room,
In the shadows where I hide from you.
Do the hospital bed crawl, and the terminal yell,
And the violently alone I feel.

Well hey, you're the only thing I wouldn't change
In this place, it's strange to say,
You're the only angel I ever gave away.

In an alleyway way downtown, there's a lurker making rounds
Keeping track and keeping tabs on you.
And he likes the taste of blood, and he loves the way you love
And that's just what he wants from you.

Well hey, you're the only thing I wouldn't change.
In this place, it's strange to say,
You're the only angel I ever gave away.

I don't want your shining eyes.
Darling, don't you be polite
I'm not like all the other boys,
I won't take a no.
I'm soaking in your sentiment.
I've taken more than I can give.
Without you I'm alone, so I'll never let you go!

Hey, you're the only thing I wouldn't change.
In this place, it's strange to say,
You're the only angel I ever gave away.

You're the only thing I wouldn't change

Without you I'm alone

Writing Journal [+0]

03 December 2010 @ 08:30 am

Writing Journal

( In which I explain how I own absolutely nothing. )

CREDIT:

exhero

This is

daydreamer64's writing journal.

( Fic Masterlist )

Tags: fic masterlist, writing journal

Feeling:

busy

Listening to: "I'll Fly Away With You"

I'm soaking in your sentiment

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