Friday, June 16, 2006

Trapped in a Box

Can't quite see, can't really breathe, can't really take it anymore.
All i did, all i saw, it wasn't the feeling , i knew you. Whore.
It's all your fault, all you did, i never found, i was never safe and sound.
Or maybe not. Maybe not. You whisper and i sleep, you talk, you're skin deep.
Was it wrong? I dared my own thought, all i brought, all i sought, but shadows,
That left as swiftly as you. Merged away through those wandering meadows.

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