Friday, July 31, 2009

Yes, I’m begging

Please help me forget you stranger

I don’t want to feel

I don’t need to see

I don’t care what happens later

As long as the morning never shows up

I will give you my blood

So will my spirit follows

I’ll surrender my wants

If you so take care of my needs

To be cared and left

To be hard and forgotten

To get used to not feeling

And feeling everything but this

Because it’s killing me.

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