Tuesday, September 9, 2008

I'm

checking your pulse,
I'm giving you air
but your body disagrees
and no it dont carw at all
i'm wasting my time
your eyes roll awake,
you're looking at me,
you said darling what happened,
did i fall asleep, and you carry me home?
because i know I wasnt here.

I'm closing your blinds
and shutting your eyes
and now i, i'm afraid i have to go
woah oh oh
and i'd sing you a song but
i'm feeling quite off
an my heart is so occupied,
nows not the time."



I wish I could sing, I'd sing songs all the time.
To express how I feel.
All the time.
I'd sing more than I spoke.
I do that anyway.

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