exhausted, accosted
feelings lost and
still dishonest.
bled dry, just along for the ride
all kidding aside,
just for a second, we die.
my moment is yours
wars of past are cures and
time lost is its own curse.
sleep tight, its the insomniacs
that dream tonight.
Jan 16, 2012
Jan 16, 2012 at 12:33 AM UTC
exhausted, accosted
feelings lost and
still dishonest.
bled dry, just along for the ride
all kidding aside,
just for a second, we die.
my moment is yours
wars of past are cures and
time lost is its own curse.
sleep tight, its the insomniacs
that dream tonight.
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