<--3:00 PM December 08, 2004-->
I DON'T DO GUILT TRIPS CAUSE I NEVER KNOW WHAT TO PACK......
He still says I Love you.
As I watch his deceiving lips turn blue.
And those words feel like arctic frostbite on my face.
In the battle of good Vs. evil some memories can never be erased.
You spit those words like a wizard with a magical incantation.
But he doesn't know I've already figured out that sanctimony is best is much easier to swallow when you spoon feed it in moderation.