pull the sheet over my eyes for ive seen too much. when things seem to be going to good i begin to wonder, and that my friend, leaves me beneath the *stars* alone and restless.

as it invades me from the inside; out
my eyes become wide.

with a whole new look on things?

am i enough for you
or am i too much extra baggage
Has?
your temple filled to the top
over flowing with uneeded slack
What?
fills your time spent
upstairs in your head with the window open
exposing you to the air
thats beginning to reach your intentions
that leaves you motionless
trapped within the web you have begun to spin,
in circles and gaining

"its funny how you feel so much,
but cannot say a word.

im screaming inside OH
BUT
can't be heard"

ignoring the sunlight
it burns
too much truth
it's awaken me
from my dream
of never coming back

~and who will lye w/ me beneath the sky
tranforming the clouds by day
counting our wishes by night
. . .

~where will we run when the *STARS* turn to BLUE

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