The tiniest blittle dot caught my eye and it turned out to be a scab and i had this funny feeling like I just knew it's something bad
I just couldn't leave it alone.
Picking at this scab.
It was a doorway trying to seal itself shut,
But I climbed through
No, I'm somewhere I am not supposed to be
And I can see things I know I really shouldn't see
And know why...
Now I know why
Things aren't as pretty on the inside
Picking at this scab.
It was a doorway trying to seal itself shut,
But I climbed through
No, I'm somewhere I am not supposed to be
And I can see things I know I really shouldn't see
And know why...
Now I know why
Things aren't as pretty on the inside
posted by Joe at
12:19 AM
3 Comments:
ok mysterious rhymester, I hope you'll explain that bit of enigma later.
Love this song too but I am not to hip on the new stuff.
Eve Grey, it is simply the lyrics to a Nine Inch Nails song called, "Only."
It is absolutely killer. The beat is harder to shake than a bad case of crabs.
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