You evil live love You.

Playing with a childs heart
and toying with a weakened mind
broken heart, ripped apart
like a ship against rocks on the stormy sea
your words like thick fog that rolls
into this little girls mind
clouded and confused
Im lost, though i know,
I hope i never find you.


(Little red riding hood, on her way to the only thing she wants, and all the wolves of this world out to get her. I hate you, and i fear the wolves that cross my path.)

03/03/2002

Posted on 03/03/2002
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