my soul is bare
I walk these streets alone
with only my thoughts of despair
happiness comes with a price
love is expensive
but hate is cheap
all I have is a dime for my time
and I'm a prude
but you helped me make my purchase
grief is my drug of choice
I'm addicted
my heart is a one-way street
disdain goes in and never comes out
one day you'll push me too far

I'm gonna explode!

then my blood will be on your hands

how cheap are you?

02/11/2005