Help she cried but the sound never left her head
Shed grown Tired of living with the sleep walking dead
Her heart was in a different place than her body and her body didnt feel connected to her heard
Minutes counted in hours passing
Like a time elapsed flower blooming
The bottles went up the bottles went down
She couldn't stop the spin of the world so she laid on the ground
Woke in the morning with a burning and a cry but by the time she opened her mouth to say anything all that would come out was a sigh
Maybe tomorrow or the month after that her heart would be warm again instead of the solid sound of a heart rate gone flat
Dec 26, 2012
Dec 26, 2012 at 8:35 PM UTC
Help she cried but the sound never left her head
Shed grown Tired of living with the sleep walking dead
Her heart was in a different place than her body and her body didnt feel connected to her heard
Minutes counted in hours passing
Like a time elapsed flower blooming
The bottles went up the bottles went down
She couldn't stop the spin of the world so she laid on the ground
Woke in the morning with a burning and a cry but by the time she opened her mouth to say anything all that would come out was a sigh
Maybe tomorrow or the month after that her heart would be warm again instead of the solid sound of a heart rate gone flat
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