With the last year quickly gone, time was fast moving on and no matter how hard i tried, it was leaving me behind.
she had circles in her eyes, so i drew between the lines, put her ambitions down to rest, each day she loved me less and less.
i took a flower from the field rubbed it in my wounds till they healed and though it smelt so sweet, we were a step closer to defeat.
i watched you turn, i watched you sway as the wind carried you away, i'd been holding on so tight, now you're gone i feel so light. So much noise so much quiet, like a library and a riot, mix the two in to one, that how i feel now you're gone.
Another day waiting for your call, but i hear nothing atall, wasting time on distant hope is the only way i cope.
Sunday, 31 August 2008
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