a heart is a useless curse.

i give up my eyes for a blind man to see, and now i cant shake the feelings of dread while i'm laying in my bed,

and Sunday morning is every other day it seems, i'm a drag queen with out the make up and last night i would forget if i could remember enough to forget, but the buzz in the back of my head is the sort that will keep you awake and the sleeping tablets don't dull the ach. and tonight i'm just chancing, i'm dancing if your asking