Wednesday, 24 August 2011

how do you. do..l./.p;ppl..,.

gone are the hands that set me free
everyday feels like monday,
every moment im awake i feel as tho a little bit more of my heart may break
to far to care to near not to know.
i need more then i can show
to old to bold to cold to much,
i just dont know were to start and were it stops.
its the same over and over i go,
why wont life set me free,
stuck in what seems to be the worse of a bad dream.

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