Tuesday, January 22, 2008

underneath it all..

A coma might feel better, than this
attempting to discover where to begin
you're weighed down, you're full of something
a sickness and desertion
you're weighed down, you're full of someting
underneath it all

So say goodbye to love
and hold your head up high
there's no need to rush
we're all just waiting, waiting to die

Hoping a better place is all I need
with moments of innocence and mystery
Oh, it's the little things you miss
when you're underneath it all

All your friends seem like enemies
when you're broken down and empty

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