Monday, April 13, 2009

I drive
spellbound
you are the only one I want
memories and discontent
somebody told me
you are falling away from me
the pictures of you
turn to stone
there is nothing better to do, the first time
Pure
Simple
One step closer
crawling
faint
breaking the habit
Im numb in the shadow of the day
In exile, I bleed it out
Come tenderness, come

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