Wednesday, 11 May 2011

marzipan mondays, and its wednesday.

im tryin to move, but no were is far enought.

and i cant hide, tho i try and run yet stuck to the same spot.

its the land of the lost and noone can find me because noone is lookin.

im pointless and my faden voice talks of hearts broke,

a line of coke could liven it up,

but a cut could probly do the same with out leaven as much of a mark.

a bright spark thats faded and heart no longer worth a beatin.

what is the use in carryin on when everythings wrong.

who have i become?

And is it time i was leaving?

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