Drugs rob you of your memories which is fair enough, convenient even
2004-11-28 2:36 p.m.
i wanna wake up with the stars,
i wanna learn how to fly,
see myself burn like a flame,
undying like a withered rose,
i wanna see myself red,
drowning in a bottle made by you,
hiding behind broken glass,
melt away my screams,
seeping through a grand escape,
serene as my darkest dreams