7:12 pm - Tuesday, Feb. 19, 2002
Song:
My eyes are blue... in a kind of way that shocks me sometimes... and I'm forced to look again...
Pure and clear... and I wish my soul matched...
And I wish that a person was good enough how they are... but everyones standards of good and enough are fucked...
So how pure may your soul be... when your meeting others impossible standards... with ice... impossible blue eyes....
That are so worthless... in so many ways... beacuse they aren't blue enough... not by your standards... because not once will I be good enough for you...
and darling... as soon as I can stop careing what you think... I'll be good enough for me....