Something aside of the things that have come
falls on your head and you're suddenly numb
Waiting for nothing, there's nothing in sight
no one can tell you to pick up the fight
So many voices are carrying words
even my own become lost, go unheard
It's taken me longer perhaps than it should
to let understanding wash over the good
I need the water as much as you do
I'll take a sip and the rest is for you
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 2:11 PM UTC
Something aside of the things that have come
falls on your head and you're suddenly numb
Waiting for nothing, there's nothing in sight
no one can tell you to pick up the fight
So many voices are carrying words
even my own become lost, go unheard
It's taken me longer perhaps than it should
to let understanding wash over the good
I need the water as much as you do
I'll take a sip and the rest is for you
when you thirst to be clean but can't say what
you mean
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