Fake it if you must.
Let's pretend to have a soul
just to make sure
I'm not alone in this.
Just to insure a shelf
for you to place all your grief upon.
You can fill a glass, call it half empty.
You could blame it on the voices,
Let them speak for you,
because you've lost your own.
I'm asleep on your floor again.
The warm spot,
you left before I had a chance to say
something.
Jan 31, 2011
Jan 31, 2011 at 6:42 PM UTC
Fake it if you must.
Let's pretend to have a soul
just to make sure
I'm not alone in this.
Just to insure a shelf
for you to place all your grief upon.
You can fill a glass, call it half empty.
You could blame it on the voices,
Let them speak for you,
because you've lost your own.
I'm asleep on your floor again.
The warm spot,
you left before I had a chance to say
something.
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