April
Thursday 14 August 2008 photo 6/14
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Note to self:
I miss you terribly.
This is what we call a tragedy.
Come back to me, back to me, to me.
I can feel my mind wandering again.
Into where I dont know, and will I ever get home?
Time starts moving faster than I can.
And I'm sick of this scene; I need to break the routine.
Two roads split off from here, and my life goes running in opposite directions.
Exaggerating the barrier between who I am, and who I want to be.
I miss you terribly.
This is what we call a tragedy.
Come back to me, back to me, to me.
I can feel my mind wandering again.
Into where I dont know, and will I ever get home?
Time starts moving faster than I can.
And I'm sick of this scene; I need to break the routine.
Two roads split off from here, and my life goes running in opposite directions.
Exaggerating the barrier between who I am, and who I want to be.
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