I get stressed about the silliest things.
The stupidest things.
The smallest things.
I am doomed.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Incoherently Displayed
-You never did like this town, I talk out loud like you're still around.
-The midnight streets are dead when I am so used to driving with you.
-Your voice is still resounding, but what can I do, the empty rooms feel cold when I am so used to being with you.
-We wandered through the days like they had end, but now that you are gone I'm undercover.
-It's all up to you, but what ever you do, take it easy on me.
-Please don't let me go, I desperately need you.
-How long have I been in this storm?
-And you hear my heart beating like a hammer.
-The midnight streets are dead when I am so used to driving with you.
-Your voice is still resounding, but what can I do, the empty rooms feel cold when I am so used to being with you.
-We wandered through the days like they had end, but now that you are gone I'm undercover.
-It's all up to you, but what ever you do, take it easy on me.
-Please don't let me go, I desperately need you.
-How long have I been in this storm?
-And you hear my heart beating like a hammer.
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