This life
This second
Pases by like fraight trains over never ending tracks;
and the endless miles of big rigs on the interstate
This life
This minute
Dwindles away like the drop of rain off a leaf right after the rain
And the harsh realization
That this is'nt home- It's not even close
Home was better; Much warmer despite all the negative exposures of the past
every moment every ounce of emotion
burrows within
like the rats in your wall.
and the coldness in your soul.
Oct 3, 2010
Oct 3, 2010 at 12:19 AM UTC
This life
This second
Pases by like fraight trains over never ending tracks;
and the endless miles of big rigs on the interstate
This life
This minute
Dwindles away like the drop of rain off a leaf right after the rain
And the harsh realization
That this is'nt home- It's not even close
Home was better; Much warmer despite all the negative exposures of the past
every moment every ounce of emotion
burrows within
like the rats in your wall.
and the coldness in your soul.
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