Thursday, August 11, 2011

This Is The Last Time.

The world starts spinning,
I know I stopped moving.
And my heart stops pounding.
Leaving life fighting,
Trying to stay alive,
How to keep yourself alive?

The stars all shine,
But the angels start to whine.
Like pretty little curls turning grey.
Waiting for dreams to stay away.
From the knifes you put inside,
Laying down lifeless on the countryside.
Trying to breathe again,
How to bring yourself to life?

I've been sitting watching time pass by,
Counting meters till I fall and die.
If I leave these things behind,
Could I get you off my mind, be kind?
You fall on me,
You feed off me.
Lingering in my senses, walk away.
Leave right now, don't make things harder to say.

"You fall on me for anything you like,
and yet make everything right.
You fall on me for anything you like,
and I know I don't mind. "

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