Undone, by bedazzled Subscribe to rss feed for bedazzled

Ice blocks my veins 
as my heart tries to kick
and it all seems so clear
that you're making me sick
but I am in shackles,
there's no way to run,
I hope that you catch me,
I'm coming undone.

My lungs are punctured,
I choke on this air
and the one remedy 
is having you near
but you are my Romeo
and this Juliet's no sun,
I hope that you fix me,
I'm coming undone.

My throat is inflamed,
I'm unable to speak
and it all seems so clear
that you're making me weak
but still I keep lying,
the deceit weighs a ton,
I hope that you save me,
I'm coming undone.

My eyes are burning,
they see tints of blue,
I've suscribed to the colour,
just by loving you
so I keep fabricating
and I know you have won,
I hope that you love me,
I'm coming undone.







Posted: 2008-02-09 04:30:32 UTC

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