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that thing we call alone
The world has moved on
and you don’t have time for me anymore
no one has any time for me anymore
The more I need it, the more I need you
the more I need not to feel so desperately alone
the more the walls cave in around me
until only a flicker of sunshine radiates
from a peek-a-boo corner
and I wait for this midnight summer to end
The days are getting colder
and I can feel the chill seep into my marrow
into my subconscious where I dream of dying
a violent death
at the hands of men I don’t know
The world is moving on
and I’m not moving with it
so instead I wait for sleep
to dream of conversations
we’ll never have
and men that want me dead
It’s too easy to be alone
© Indie Adams 2012
and you don’t have time for me anymore
no one has any time for me anymore
The more I need it, the more I need you
the more I need not to feel so desperately alone
the more the walls cave in around me
until only a flicker of sunshine radiates
from a peek-a-boo corner
and I wait for this midnight summer to end
The days are getting colder
and I can feel the chill seep into my marrow
into my subconscious where I dream of dying
a violent death
at the hands of men I don’t know
The world is moving on
and I’m not moving with it
so instead I wait for sleep
to dream of conversations
we’ll never have
and men that want me dead
It’s too easy to be alone
© Indie Adams 2012
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