Friday, July 15, 2011

It's the glare from the reflection
making patterns in your eyes
It's the looking back in anger
With every second slipping by

Theres a tiny little window,
swarms of locusts fill the sky,
maybe I'll just disappear
if i cant
keep my head above the tide

Please anyone,
I dont think I can,
save myself,
Im drowning here please , anyone
I dont think I can, save myself

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