Thursday, February 7, 2008

we all have our crosses (i wish i could save your slit wrists)

Jesus hung from his cross
My cross hangs from me
My heart is wrapped around my neck
I'd prefer to say it's more like a wreck
You tried sending me love letters
but you failed to put your heart on proof read
You lied so many time
You never gave a damn about me
Jesus hangs above me in the clouds
I'm just waiting til he falls out
I've been waiting for six whole days
and the skies have turned so gray
now watch me as i look away
I just can't look at his face

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