Aug 17, 2006 16:52
its sunny outside but i feel so cold.
traveling, i only stop at exits,
wondering if ill stay.
young and restless living this way i stress less.
i want to, pull away, but when the dream dies
The pain sets in and i don't cry,
i only feel gravity and i wonder why,
happyness comes when the abstance sinks in.
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