Friday 18 February 2011

Black Hole Sun, Won't You Come?

I don’t know what to do with myself any more. You’re in and out of my life like a flash; give me a warning next time, catch my breath. I can’t handle, my heart can’t handle, disposal, this inconvenient lust. I want something real, I want something true; a meaning. For you leave me empty. Please stop, I’m dying; inside. Can't you see this hurts? Can't you see? This fragile soul; escaping, from you. This rage, this cry... I want out.
Everyone's so fucking blind.

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