Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Like in the 5³ grade

All this feels strange and untrue
And I won't waste a minute without you
My bones ache, my skin feels coldAnd I
'm getting so tired and so oldThe anger swells in my guts
And I won't feel these slices and cutsI want so much to open your eyes'
Cause I need you to look into mine
Tell me that you'll open your eyes
Get up, get out, get away from these liars
'Cause they don't get your soul or your fire
Take my hand, knot your fingers through mine
And we'll walk from this dark room for the last time
Every minute from this minute nowWe can do what we like anywhere
I want so much to open your eyes'
Cause I need you to look into mine
Tell me that you'll open your eyes
All this feels strange and untrue
And I won't waste a minute without you

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