March 31, 2010

Blatant respondents calling false accordance
Too late too far
Please forgive me
Don't turn back

This life I left behind
Shattered my hatred and my fear
With this short collapse
The arm dropped
The spindle scratch the record playing goodbye sweet night

Hold me close
Feel me now
All I want is you in my mouth
I gave you dreams
I gave you hearts
But this life you left me
Is nothing but darts.

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