söndag 19 december 2010

The rain smattered on my window.
I'm running out of options.

Run run run, back where you came from.
I'm done, wish it were gone.

Because I feel like you do for it.
The emptiness is more than fit.

Wish wish wish upon a star.
That me but not you'll go far.

Stop me, while you stop yourself.
I'll be crawling back into my shell.

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