| Asking for something which cannot be given |
[Nov. 7th, 2004|03:39 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  confused | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Hallelujah - Martin Sexton | ] |
I want it to stop thundering inside my head.
It always brings the rain.
Not tears, just the heaviness and sadness.
No calm before the storm... that would be too serene and comforting.
I've cried before. It doesn't get rid of the pain.
I've wished to die before, but the sun is so damn inviting.
There are beaches to relax at, people to meow with, delusions to dispel.
I can't help it. I can.
I'm found in my confusion.
Lost in every other regard.
Take it all.... take it all away. |
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If I took it away you'd never grow.
That was perfect and the most beautiful thing that could be said. | |
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