Liz Homola:
double cross, criss cross-i'm so lost.
Liz Homola:
If this is the life, why does it feel so good to die today?
Liz Homola:
you'll never forget, but you'll always remember.
Liz Homola:
broken, so broken.
Liz Homola:
dripping down, was my pride. dripping down, was my life, but what I found was you, just sitting there, on the ground. waiting there, waiting- found.
Liz Homola:
blue to grey.
Liz Homola:
a little bit ashamed, a little less tame.
Liz Homola:
you cant run from this my dear, you cant run from family, or death.
Liz Homola:
reality doesn't exist here, neither do i.
Liz Homola:
I couldn't decide if I felt happy or if I felt sad. I feel neutral. I feel blank, like wool- unready to be made into a quilt, unraveled and tangled up in it’s self. I feel grey, I thought, bland, and in-between, chilly and a little too mean. I feel like..
Liz Homola:
a warped world, a warped girl.
Liz Homola:
love, like lovers do.
Liz Homola:
a moment or two.
Liz Homola:
fresh, so fine.
Liz Homola:
clipping out the extras.
Liz Homola:
fading into the background.
Liz Homola:
the perks of being a demon on wallpaper.
Liz Homola:
my feet are on the ground this time.
Liz Homola:
tear me inside out.
Liz Homola:
every thought only hurts me more.
Liz Homola:
a sad story.
Liz Homola:
take a deep breath and prepare for the afterlife.
Liz Homola:
bleeding out the thought of you.
Liz Homola:
feeling wavy.
Liz Homola:
where is my mind today?
Liz Homola:
tricks, ricks and rolls.
Liz Homola:
don't leave me here with myself.
Liz Homola:
anger is a personality.
Liz Homola:
i was once something.
Liz Homola:
trance.
