jueves, febrero 10, 2011

Loneliness

Are you even there?

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Is that your voice in the middle of the night?

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I think I can hear it, but it's not screaming my name, you used to whisper it in a low commforting voice

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Now I just can't see you there, it's so dark, so clouded, so misted

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