Monday, Nov. 15, 2004 : the flower called nowhere
What's in your head, in your head?

In your head they're still fighting
They are crying.

What's in your head, in your head?
In your head, in your head, they are dying.

It can twist itself inside you, something like this. Twist itself and strangle tears out of you. It doesn't last long though, I guess.

Feeling:
Listening to:
Pretending:

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