aDeafeningSilence

If These Scars Could Speak
2003-03-18 19:42:09 (UTC)

Sometimes (So Impersonal)

You wonder why I am on the edge of my seat
Your moods bounce back and forth, full swing
Impersonal sometimes, sometimes so sweet
I have to stop this constant worry
Crying doesn't stop the feeling I get
The sickness that builds from all of this shit
So far away, time passes faster
Slowly approaching the forever after
Love holds me here, but doubt plagues my soul
I need to see your face, to touch you, to hold
So that I may see your true meaning and beauty
And so I may longer worry
I will know





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