September
6 October 2007
rrrrrrr
I've become impossible
holding on to when
when everything seemed to matter more
With rough hands and sore eyes
so don't speak, I am tired
Lets just live through this life
I still can remember what you did
Your eyes full of discomfort, bare foot in a public washroom
Spill on me your nostalgia like warm water
and cataracts that that fell behind self conscious eyes
Do they even cure you
(CUT ME OPEN DRUG ME)
Or is it just to humour us before we die
(REPAIR ALL MY DEFECTS)
If Only we could heal ourselves
We wouldn't.. need to be hooked up to these machines
it's not my weight that makes me faint,
or the sugar in my blood,
But the way these strangers stand so close.
They say my name, like a guessing game.
"Is that really you?"
No, I don't think
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