i have nothing to say today
this strikes me odd... i usually have something to write about..
maybe writers block? i havent had that since grade 8.
oh well...
Done by the hands of a broken artist.
You painted black where my naked heart is.
I finally know what wrong is.
Now I finally know that you bleed for nothing.
Carved like a stone with your hands still shaking.
On display through a soul still breaking.
Aren't you proud you're the one that made me?
Aren't you proud you're the one that made me?
the chorus of: Masterpiece by Meg and Dia
theyre such a great group.. love these lyrics!
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