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What a Dream
Contributed by
Exodus-On-Life
on
Friday, 28th November 2003 @ 01:28:10 AM in AEST
Topic:
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Moving, waiting, always there
Missing, being, never care
Words spoken softer
And feelings hitting stronger
Never moving from what I think I know
And changing the moments when I met you
Never thinking there's something out there for me
Always finding other things to think and do
There hasn't been a time in my life
When you haven't been on my mind
I don't think there ever will
Moving, waiting, anything
Setting my own fires aside
Burning forever for you, even still
Only finding sorrow
The smiles on your face
Words you spoke so soft
And things I never could erase
Times you chose to forget
And times that never last
Close your eyes and run away
Closing down the past
Never thinking
The moments I met you
No time in my life
Occupy something else
The looks I have tonight
And the smiles on your face
Things I spoke so soft
Take me from this place
Crinkle in corners
Close those beautiful eyes
Speak those things softer to me
Pray that this is the only time my heart dies
Softer now
Speak those words to me
In whispers that we echo
Make things happily
Never lying to myself
Do it everyday
Moving, waiting, anything
Must find my own way
Losing, trusting, ending
Never working out
Things never fair
Not even coming close
Forced to watch my life unfold
Containing secrets never told
I lied to you
And I lied to myself
When I said I'm always okay
Crashing, turning, anything
Cuts run deep
With blood everywhere
Glass closes my eyes
And pavement scratches me
Falling always
Never care
Taking from the empty cup
Swallowing all my air
Live again, pray my soul
Kill me tonight
Rip my spine from my back
Leave my eyes here freezing
Tears gleaming on my face
Moving, waiting, anything
Take me from this place
Bleeding all over the floor
Making a beautiful mess
My blood forms faces on the ground
What a beautiful mess
A dream I'll never wake from
A nightmare I cannot escape
Get me the hell out of here
And take me from this place
Lying myself to sleep
And lying here awake
Telling myself hopeful things for so long
Grinding my teeth until they break
Lied my face off
And dropped this awful mask
Cuts that run deep to me
Scars that will always crack
Crack the flood
Burn the bridge
Grab your torch and burn me still
Moving, waiting, anything
Crashing, turning, anything
Speak a little softer
Whispers that run deeper than the scars
Empty the room with nothing
Fill my mind with work related stress
Speaking softer
Floating across the ground
Glass fills my entire head
And I'll never hear a sound
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Exodus-On-Life
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2003-11-28 01:28:10]
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Re: What a Dream
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by venkat on
Friday, 28th November 2003 @ 02:10:19 AM AEST
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