Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Ride On, Ride Till Early Morning Sun

"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.

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