• (c)Pain-Killer 4 Dead Angels

    I kept count, I kept count.
    I got a shallow imagination; and it's hardly erasable.
    Breathing in the fire- I swear I kept count.
    Contracting disease splurges in for attack;
    I am the victim- of winters forgotten summer.

    Bringing my head into shame of them;
    Provocative let-ons.
    If I had the opportunity to be a girl;
    I wouldn't surrender my clothes--
    But I'd get more then just a text.

    Just for your attention;
    to wipe away mans existence at the cost;
    of my realityy.
    Just for reassurance that I am a fish out of water--

    Catch me, catch me if you can;
    inflammatory heart causes, around my wrist.
    Your too dangerous for my health.

    I had stars in my hand,
    one move made me trip-
    I lost all, all but one- that had left.
    I hadn't gotten to see the shine-
    Went home and cried,
    for my lost star.
    Because momma moon would be
    so angry with me.

    Put a towel over my head.
    I cried;;
    I told them that I would never-
    feel like I had lost this game.
    But then I remembered you-
    Along with memories;

    Of what I cannot get;
    Because I am scared of being a girl.
    Of what I cannot wish to be with;
    Because I am scared of being a girl.

    Put a towel on my head.
    Went home;;
    and cried. . .