poniedziałek, marca 19, 2007

Beautiful things.

Got up early, found something's missingmy only name.No one else sees but I got stuck,and soon forever came.Stopped pushing on for just a second, then nothing's changed.Who am I this time, where's my nameI guess it crept away.No one's calling for me at the door.And unpredictable won't bother anymore.And silently gets harder to ignore.Look straight ahead, there's nothing left to see.What's done is done, this life has got it's hold on me.Just let it go, what now can never be.

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