Tuesday, 24 November 2009

You spin me around, until I feel sick
Cut me down, and onto you my blood drips
My shoulders feel heavy
My balance is shit,
And I look for you
But I fall.

I hate being alone
In fear that maybe one day,
I won't see the sun rise.

I hate being alone
In fear that just maybe one day,
I won't see the sun rise.

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