Why Does Not, This World Just Stop?, by Loneliness is condescending Subscribe to rss feed for Loneliness is condescending

I sit here watching life pass by 
To escape from this doorless room 
The impossible dream, seeking light 
Where are you? Why is it taking so long?
I sleep against the window 
Hoping to be seen
With shallow prayers recited 
In frozen fields of wait 
I must be saved 
But I’ll linger in this place
For someone one else to come 
And set me free
Posted: 2005-11-02 04:55:28 UTC

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2006-09-14 04:33:04lost the lonely dead
aw, nice....sweetly sad with a tinge of hope reminds me of tea somehow