my heart is like an abandoned cobweb dangling from the ceiling
the spider has long since forsaken me
Im hanging dusty, dirty, I dont catch much of anything
I am stuck here wondering
Who killed love? What made everything suck? why is everything so fucked? Who killed love?
I take up space Im just forgotten for the TV
we neglect so easily
I feel all plastic, forever and amusement not like you need
just pull my chain to hear from me