Muse
...musing since January 18, 2004
Plastic Faces
4.01.04
She scribbles with an emptiness
So foreign to their plastic faces
That stretch with their faded smiles
Until their lips crack and break
And so we bleed
Bleed to be so unreal
And you don’t recognize me anymore-
But it doesn’t bring the hurt I would expect from these tears...
<--- fall into my patterened tears... [return]
<---<--- catch me as i fall? [AA]