| You drive your wooden stakes through me! |
[Jan. 25th, 2004|03:34 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | Demolished | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Evanescence - Tourniquet | ] |
I'm hangin on a curtain, swinging like a cloud.
Feeling like bullshit, covered in a shroud.
I call out for help, but at the same time repell it. I desire to instill myself in a moment and sort out my life. Alas doing that would only cause me to stay behind it even more. It's times like this that i wonder how can the world just carry on, as all my achievments slowly wither away. I need an answer, only this and nothing more. |
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