or so i thought.

...on my knees
dim lighted room
thoughts free flow try to consume myself in this
i'm not faithless
just paranoid of getting lost or that i might lose
ignorance is bliss cherish it
pretty neighborhoods you learn too much to hold
believe it not
and fight the tears
with pretty smiles and lies about the times...
(flyleaf)



"help me Jesus, help me clean my wounds"
he said he cannot heal that kind.
bleeding soul becomes a bitter mind.
he said it happens every time...
(corrosion of conformity)