On the brink of starvation
I find no motivation
From the anguish of a lovers lost touch
To the thoughts of....oh so much
My well has run dry
And I can no longer cry
I don't know what to do
How can I find me
And what has happened to you
Drawn apart are the seams of life
With no chance of repair
And nothing to stife
No not even a breath of air
I've gone blank with rushed emotion
With confusion bound in a place deeper than the ocean
Support for life is unknown
But as they say destiny is carved in stone.
Mar 13, 2012
Mar 13, 2012 at 3:41 PM UTC
On the brink of starvation
I find no motivation
From the anguish of a lovers lost touch
To the thoughts of....oh so much
My well has run dry
And I can no longer cry
I don't know what to do
How can I find me
And what has happened to you
Drawn apart are the seams of life
With no chance of repair
And nothing to stife
No not even a breath of air
I've gone blank with rushed emotion
With confusion bound in a place deeper than the ocean
Support for life is unknown
But as they say destiny is carved in stone.
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