Freak Show

Open fire on the needs designed On my knees for you Open fire on my knees, desire's what I need from you... But I'm not, not sure, Not too sure how it feels To handle every day And I miss you love... Across the night It was the moon that stole my slumber Across the night I fell in love with people sleeping... Silverchair, how I love you. In your many guises. I wish I didn't choose to do an assignment on you though. Having to write a report on something so beautiful and transient as music kinda wrecks it a bit. Oh well. Back to work. xx P.S. The fucking formatting won't work. -.-" damn you lyric sites...

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Something I'm scared of.

Something I can't forget, yet can't seem to say.

Too risky,

too unsure.

And yet.

Some questions may not need answers, but I want to hear yours.

How many? How long? And most importantly, how far?

I thought I was the 'oldest' one, but maybe not.

This can't end well, surely.

And yet.

I'm happy, more so than before.

And each day brings a new, different beginning.

Will tomorrow be the day?

The day I realise what this is to be?

If only, if only.

And yet.

"My twin"

HAHAHAHAHA.

babe, the only reason you look like twins is because you both have:

-fake blonde, streaked hair with extensions

-waaaay too much makeup caked on your faces

-ridiculously fake-tanned bodies

-bad taste in clothes.

Oh, and you're both slutty.

:)