Log in

No account? Create an account

the_hyde_inside's Journal

4 March 1983
External Services:
  • the_hyde_inside@livejournal.com
This is being typed by just another mischievous young boy who loves alot of things that "mainstream society" usually hates (or just don't have enough balls to admit they themselves love).

I got my head, but my head is unraveling. Cant keep control, cant keep track of where its traveling. I got my heart but my heart is no good and youre the only one thats understood
I come along but I dont know where youre taking me. I shouldnt go but youre reaching back and shaking me. Turn off the sun, pull the stars from the sky. The more I give to you, the more I die. And I want you...and I want you...and I want you...and I want you.

You are The Perfect Drug.

*photo by DeProfundis_Art