This Is Not Mine کے بول

Lindsey: Questioning it all. To look is to gaze upon a soul that has no meaing. Forgive me, is something that you'll never do. Soulless bitter raptured by your pain. Shattered fragments reflect upon your face. Tortured thrown apart. To pick up the pieces of something lost long ago. Could blue eyes be so empty beneath. One more day and I'll be dead. A little more each day your hate creates a hole inside your heart. Justin: "i am no longer sure of what i wanted to be, what i wanted you to be. but we are broken now, and all i can think of is 'wasted.' the tone of an undialed number is my best friend. replace bent laughter with tears. this contract tears me apart. and i wish that i could write it over again, and forge our signatures. at least that was i'd know we both were lying, and not just you anymore." ^^ originally a poem by a friend. Stephen: small jestures to show what you are made of. i try to live poetically. two-hand-touching with the safety turned on.