Your words to me just a whisper
Your face is so unclear
I try to pay attention
Your words just disappear
cause its always raining in my head
Forget all the things I should have said
So I speak to you in riddles
cause my words get in my way.
I smoke the whole thing to my head
And feel it wash away
cause I cant take anymore of this,
I want to come apart,
Or dig myself a little hole
Inside your precious heart
Staind-Epiphany
12/29/2007 02:50:00 PM
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