this sicko has nothin'..

don't make me close..

one more door..

i don't want to hurt anymore..

stay in my arms if you dare..
or must i imagine you there..
don't walk away from me..

i have nothin'.. nothin'.. nothin'..
if i don't have you..

b.b did it again..
but it's ok.. you're sick..
there goes my desire..

crap..
got my first parkin' summons this mornin'..
crappy woodlands p.o..
now the question is..
how to evade away from dad..
when the letter comes?..

and i think i'm gettin' sick in the brain..
sicko..