Apr 06, 2006 02:53
i am the tree at the end of the world
im alive, but hardly at eye
i watch the cities as they sleep
whispering my hopes for better days through window frames
over-stressing the notes,
stringing myself through the melodies
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depression?? seclusion??
what??
i miss you... its not like you ever really said anything to me friday...so its been awhile...
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