22 de agosto de 2008

I got...

I got wiring loose inside my head
I got books that I never ever read
I got secrets in my garden shed
I got a scar where all my urges bled
I got people underneath my bed
I got a place where all my dreams are dead
I got so many words left to say
I got so little time to waste away
I got no will to spend today
I got to hide and run away
I got weakened inside my lust
I got a wave that washes my trust

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