This is at least a two way street my friend...And sometimes more...We travelers must watch the signals... Yield to each other as we enter or exit the road... Or else everyone winds up in a dead end..

The voice in my headSays our love is deadMy touch leaves your skin coldMakes your heart hard as stoneI remember how we used to beYou said you'd never get enough of meBut here I am And there you areAn

Dense and coldCrushes like stone A deafening death... Your silence is a test Of which of us cares lessAnd there's no doubt you've wonAnd it seems to make you happyTo be able to hurt me  By saying not

PerfectionistDaddy's girl With a wicked twistDemands the bestDamn the restHear her shoutMasochistDaddy's Girl With a wicked twistCrawls on his lapGives her a slapHear her screamPerfectionist, masochi

You don't know meLike you think you doYou think I'll beg for youBut I don't want to... You try to tell me who I am... As if I didn't already know... But I'm not affected by your slamsSo I laugh, an