Friday, September 11, 2009

Paper Bag

Our hands held high
we leave our ambitions behind
and cry out 'Lord im ready to die'

our love in our chest
a large weight on it too
we cant decide what would be best

we scar ourselves constantly
we free ourselves consistently
so we feel less physically

we dont feel a little bit real
we believe no one else exists
we think were alone in this ordeal

i never feel lonely without you
but when we get close its apparent
this is too good to be true.

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