I think of this world all day
When I open my mouth, I've nothing to say
Nothing to take this word away
It's clinging, it's hanging, it's here to stay.
(fat)
I think of this word at night
Is it why you can not hold me so tight
It promised and pleaded to make things right
So why do I lie rigid in fright?
(fat)
I think of this word inbetween
Insane as though it may seem
It haunts my each and every dream
Pulls life apart at the seam
(fat)
I think of this word when I'm with you
I say I'm fine
(it isn't true)
I need you
to STAY
to guide me through
I'm sorry
But really,
I do.
Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 1:44 PM UTC
I think of this world all day
When I open my mouth, I've nothing to say
Nothing to take this word away
It's clinging, it's hanging, it's here to stay.
(fat)
I think of this word at night
Is it why you can not hold me so tight
It promised and pleaded to make things right
So why do I lie rigid in fright?
(fat)
I think of this word inbetween
Insane as though it may seem
It haunts my each and every dream
Pulls life apart at the seam
(fat)
I think of this word when I'm with you
I say I'm fine
(it isn't true)
I need you
to STAY
to guide me through
I'm sorry
But really,
I do.
