Friday, September 16, 2005

related not united

Step into the dark
Hoping to see a spark
Hoping to find a mark
All i can hear is bark

Cry as loud as you can
no one will see you
Scream as loud as you can
no one can hear you

Pressure on my chest
Things i can't confess
I'm just a mess
Wanna run and crash

Teardrops on my hand
Feels like an empty can
What's His plan
Something i don't understand

This field of rice
Full of surprise
I know the price
If i step on a mice

Cut it away
Things are better of that way
Maybe on the next may
I'll have something to say

Standing by the port
The sun Stabbing like a fork
Need a place where i can work
Some place like a morgue

Waiting in this square
girl with long hair over there
Songs hanging in the air
Where's the one i can share

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