My everything , by Little Miss Meeks
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Too many lies
I can’t see through the black
This is up to you now
There is no way back
Rewinding in time
Is a day dreamers game
Don’t even say it
Why don’t you start to pack?
There is something about it
As we pull down
You can’t dress it up
We’re hiding behind, drowned
We hold each other up
As we both sink now
I hold out my everything
But I can’t make a sound
Kicking and screaming
There is something not right
But together just feels…
Nothing we have felt before
If we could pause time
We would already be statues
But will you ever come
I’m waiting, crying on the floor
Hard as this might be
There is no simplicity
I see one answer
Just do it, get up, and run!
Time is a funny thing
And it plays at the wrong pace
We were slightly out of sink
Please just go, get up, and run!
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Posted: 2008-10-15 01:10:51 UTC |
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