The way he talks
Just how she moves
Lost long walks
Someone will lose
And they don't want to be
All alone
No, they just want
To find a way home
Pulling out her hair
She doesn't know they care
While he's back home
Drowning in his rum
They need an escape
Not another empty statement
The time bomb unwinding
What happened to fate?
Nothing's alright
And nothing's okay
Not even the night
Darkness can't take it away
And if I was a little more worth it
The whole thing would be less perfect
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Empty Statements - 02/10/09
Posted by Meg at 5:41 PM
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I can totally see you as a song writer for a punk or hard core band.
:D Well considering I'd be useless writing happy Disney-special pop fluff...and I actually like punk/hard-core...thank you x]
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