Sunday, November 11, 2007
Are we happy plastic people
Under shiny plastic steeples
With walls around our weakness
And smiles to hide our pain
But if the invitation's open
To every heart that has been broken
Maybe then we close the curtain
On our stained glass masquerade
The stained glass masquerade.
the weekend is going to end soon, monday's coming. ): i want those pretty cupcakes. could you get it for me?
