well i must have saw a girl who looked like myself white cheeked and bleak knowing all the answers your freckles remind me that a god is kind white cheeked and bleak knowing all the answers and it is a problem when you see through everything but candy spills upon it when the lip suggests the mourning and isn t it the worst when you wake up in the morning there s no cat upon your bed and no mom to pet your head sometimes i think of how nice it would be to pop out of the womb again to be fresh and white again fresh and white again fresh and white again sometimes i think of how nice it would be to take a nap without feeling i wasted my day again left my conscience suffocation see the mad side in my bald eyes left my conscience in quotations said just what they want me to seething1