You must remember.
Most words aren't real. Most things that your eyes will wonder through are thoughts and thoughts and thoughts,
that I forced into a few meaningless sentences . Nothing is real.

Sunday, October 25, 2009

you said write a song about you

Ive been studding you as yourself.
you are quiet, keeping to yourself.

There is so much too you,
but you never let it out.

I bet he is rotting inside you,
I bet he is drowning to get out.

I have only seen him a few times.
I think it is time you let him out

because I thought I could be the key to this door
yet this door isn't willing to budge anymore.
Oh darling I may be a thief, but you just have to see
that these obstacles to steal your heart I just cant defeat
I don't want to start a fire but tonight might be the night.

I bet he has lost his mind
I bet he has lost his train of time
I bet he has lost his mind

as he lays there rotting in your mind

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