RESTLESS
I can't stop--
Don't give me a second to Breathe,
Thinking's like picking a scab; Make me bleed,
Torn seams mended with tape--Tired and sore;
Dress me up; Put me on a dimly lit floor;
i'll dance alone til you meet me for the slow one
Don't give me a second to Breathe,
Thinking's like picking a scab; Make me bleed,
Torn seams mended with tape--Tired and sore;
Dress me up; Put me on a dimly lit floor;
i'll dance alone til you meet me for the slow one

1 Comments:
love it. sad, though....
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