"I'm running from the city lights, I'm running from this empty life.
I'm running out of time tonight, I'm screaming out for "Help! Help!""
I tighten my grip. I tighten it so tight that my palms being to break skin, bleed. I think of the days when it was me, I'm so selfish and I want to smack myself out of it. I am the estranged once-been and it's killing me.
I've been unlucky for the past 354 days.
I wish you knew. Everyday.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
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