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Still Nothing
Contributed by
Ataraxia
on
Sunday, 27th February 2005 @ 07:25:53 PM in AEST
Topic:
AngryPoetry
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Why do I even bother?
Why do I even try?
I feel so far away from you
So Ill give up this time
You dont want to listen
You fast-forward through the lies
So I just roll my eyes
Press stop and rewind
Four thousand milesstill running
And all these thoughts of youstill coming
Through a thin layer of confidencestill stumbling
Yell at the top of your lungsstill nothing
Smash the mirror, wreck the house
You know I will forgive you
Turn to ice, Ill be your Arctic
Never trying to unfreeze you
You cant fight the tide
You cant turn back time
The seconds tick away
Ive given up on asking why
Four thousand milesstill running
And all these thoughts of youstill coming
Through a thin layer of confidencestill stumbling
Yell at the top of your lungsstill nothing
You wont listen to me
I wont listen to you
When it comes down to this
Whats there left to do?
If we cant even talk
Then just push me away
Off to the side
Where Ive gone astray
Four thousand milesstill running
And all these thoughts of youstill coming
Through a thin layer of confidencestill stumbling
Yell at the top of your lungsstill nothing
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2005-02-27 19:25:53]
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Re: Still Nothing
(User Rating: 1 )
by Essentially9 on
Sunday, 27th February 2005 @ 11:24:15 PM AEST
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| loved this piece entirely. |
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Re: Still Nothing
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by Former_Member on
Monday, 28th February 2005 @ 08:36:04 AM AEST
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| An impasse? I thought it was a bit long, but it shows emotion, and I saw what you were painting me. |
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