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Im tired of being
seeking between
lost frames and lies
pictured dreams
falls from deceive
taking for me
nothing but pain.
just wonder what's next
in the end doesn't care,
the ways this connects
how far can we go?
is there a place called home?
take a deep breath
my sight is straight.
point something up
can't change the clock
just but say it again
thus you vanish away
it does not matter if you stay
like sand through my hands
rending my bones.
seeking between
lost frames and lies
pictured dreams
falls from deceive
taking for me
nothing but pain.
just wonder what's next
in the end doesn't care,
the ways this connects
how far can we go?
is there a place called home?
take a deep breath
my sight is straight.
point something up
can't change the clock
just but say it again
thus you vanish away
it does not matter if you stay
like sand through my hands
rending my bones.
Published 20th Jun 2012
| Edited 1st Jul 2012
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