Do the words I say make me who I am? Perversion infested like the lenses of a webcam,username Pam, pop-chat he tells her I'm your number1 fan, and for the next thirty minutes I'm your only and main man, and so she pops it and spins it round like a fan, *sigh* now she's one of them, trapped in the darkness turns off her bed lamp.
You see I have learned, that the potency of loneliness can leave a man diseased and that with every brocken piece of your heart your darkness is increased and once your brain is infected it's hard to make you pleased, blood boiling in your viens you have to find a new release perhaps strengthen your belief.
The truth is I'm scared to let them know because they won't take me as I am, then it's back to the beginning I'll have to explain who I am, I'm no better than the girls who back it up like mini-vans.
Fighting it is straneouse, heart like Joanna man it's buff
Being myself is buff, so most of the time I bluff
Lying becomes a ritual and quitting becomes tough.
I heard that form follows function and that I have to believe in something and that I wasn't placed on earth to sit around doing nothing and that I was born with a plan , talk about purposive construction.
I know what my form is I just have to find my function...
