Sunday, December 05, 2010

Entitled


Nobody really knows
The pain she feels when she goes to bed
The things we see when it's all in our heads
But I know
I know
I know.

There's just too much going on
And there're so many people to please
She thinks she'll just hang around some more
I've got to go
to go
to go.

She calls on me in the darkest of nights
The shadows cast keep the memories alive
There are so many secrets I could tell
But I won't
And I won't
And I won't.

Take what I need for my disease
And tomorrow I'll be back again
This is the life she knows I regret
But I can't
I can't
I can't
Turn back




~Note, Letter, Smoke Signals, Text, Email, Tweet, or Myspace Message; Phone A Friend.

Bullocks,
Digress.


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