Thursday, March 13, 2008

There are some remedies worst than the disease...


Shrink

To feel this great urge
To hold and embrace you
I slowly dry out

I shrink and shrink
Until I'm gone
Nothing to make out of me
Oh what the hell went wrong

My heart gets pulled out
Into your direction
It's no use
You have forsaken me...

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