The arms of the clock are reaching high to God
As I lay on my floor thinking in contradicting circles
Contemplating the words I need to say
To save the friendships I've just made
They're all so precious to me
But I see them slowly
Becoming less, and less
And less, and less
Interested in
Me
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 11:27 PM UTC
The arms of the clock are reaching high to God
As I lay on my floor thinking in contradicting circles
Contemplating the words I need to say
To save the friendships I've just made
They're all so precious to me
But I see them slowly
Becoming less, and less
And less, and less
Interested in
Me
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