Rather than love, than money, than faith, than fame, than fairness... give me TRUTH.


8 de octubre de 2010

FALSE ALARM

I'm trying to put this thing to bed
I've drugged it in its sleep
There isn't many memories
I'm comfortable to keep

This ball keeps rolling on
It's heading for the streets
Keep expecting you to send for me
The invitation never comes

Each time I turn around
There's nothing there at all
So tell me why I feel like
I'm up against a wall?

Kt ♥

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