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Waiting
Why are you alive?
I don't want to be here
Wailing in the dark
It's like you are nothing
Sitting there waiting
For anything to happen
Or something to come
Everything will save you
If it weren't for time
The glass splits your skin
And sand runs between your fingers
Drying out
To sleep on your own shore
With crimson sight
Hoping the sun won't rise
I don't want to be here
Wailing in the dark
It's like you are nothing
Sitting there waiting
For anything to happen
Or something to come
Everything will save you
If it weren't for time
The glass splits your skin
And sand runs between your fingers
Drying out
To sleep on your own shore
With crimson sight
Hoping the sun won't rise
Published 17th Feb 2015
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