Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Ryhmes in my head when I'm far from my bed

I'm putting random thoughts in ryhme, just because i'm killing time.

Lowering my pride is hard to do
but tonight the only voice i want to hear is you.


Waiting for this strange hiatus to retire
so we can finally start a burning wildfire



All I can say is that Everything stings.
I wish I were floating on water wings.



Not all of these things make much sense
don't read too much into it and just be dense. These words shouldn't keep you on the fence. I'm just being a twat with no common sense.



Tick tock the clock wont stop
It feels like a never ending spinning top.

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