bastard turned me into a zombie.
so why do i sit here, crying to see
him? why do i love him so much?
he cheats. lies. lied about everything,
from start to now. i know it. don't care.
i want to be with him. want to make
love to him. even though that means
waiting my turn. he has other girls.
other zombies. killing time in cheap
rooms like this one. so bryn's zombie girls
stay stoned. out of our heads
messed up. eyes closed, we can
be anywhere. italy. france. austrailia.
jupiter. hell. doesn't matter, as long
as we're not here. as long as we can
pretend we're still pretty. as long as we
can make believe bryn still loves us, to