Every word gets me closer
Each answer draws me near
My sand is falling, crashing, piling
In the hourglass of my tears
The pile is quickly growing
Postcards and letters by my bed
Each day they harass and heckle me
Clouding up my head
Torn apart and bleeding
Wounds never seem to heal
Every time my plans are set
Emotion breaks the deal
This is getting rather old
And my time is running out
I sign my name and slam the cover
Terrified by doubts
Dec 17, 2012
Dec 17, 2012 at 2:51 PM UTC
Every word gets me closer
Each answer draws me near
My sand is falling, crashing, piling
In the hourglass of my tears
The pile is quickly growing
Postcards and letters by my bed
Each day they harass and heckle me
Clouding up my head
Torn apart and bleeding
Wounds never seem to heal
Every time my plans are set
Emotion breaks the deal
This is getting rather old
And my time is running out
I sign my name and slam the cover
Terrified by doubts
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