viernes, 23 de enero de 2009

***You can just stop talking, I get it (I hear your silence loud and clear)...



I wake up at the end of a long, dark, gloomy year
It's bringing out the worst in me
I hear your voice start breaking in fear
When the lights go down

And I still feel you looking over my shoulder
Your sinking guilt and approaching nightmare
And I know none of us'll survive
Because I know everything

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