bistromath's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Revolver could it be? Could it be that bizarre? No. It could not. The scab can't be ripped or healed, it is only a scar and only can be a painful reminder. Grief. Rememberance. Do you ever dream of hurting so bad that you can't bear to sleep anymore, do you, do you, do you? Drunk. Chris Isaak. And a guitar on my bed, which is always empty, and which I cannot fill with someone who would ever understand and and and Someday my life will be something in which I take pride, until then I will smoke too much, drink to much and dream of someone who gave a fuck at one pint, but won't ever again. Chris Isaak "Forever Blue" 5:40 a.m. - 07.10.2001 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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