you're the murder

'all my fears are covered in bandages,
all my sorrows are bottled in a jar'

mmm.. how i wish to earase the bad memories,
but everytime i return to the crime spot.
it sends spasms of disgust
i'm trying to overcome it..
somehow something stops me,
i laugh
how stupid can i be ?

be yourself is about the worst advice you can give to some people,

):

ouch, i am not sad.
just i can see the scar, on that beating organ.

what do you call that again??

-ohh , the heart.