Down
Falling,
through the folds of despair
Clawing for a hand-hold
Clutching only the air
Minutes turn into hours,
which turns into years
My sanity, I question
Blink back the tears
My solid Soul would keep me still
An anchor in this wretched squall
The piece of my soul that you've stolen,
condemns me to fall
Falling,
through the folds of despair
Clawing for a hand-hold
Clutching only the air
Minutes turn into hours,
which turns into years
My sanity, I question
Blink back the tears
My solid Soul would keep me still
An anchor in this wretched squall
The piece of my soul that you've stolen,
condemns me to fall
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tristabarista:
whats up? long time no talkie.
tristabarista:
wow, so many birthday wishes. i guess should be saying it to....happy birthday....even though it looks like i am a little late.