boredom.
The Used. New jacket.
new photos. Text + Photos = Inappropriate.
matter.
Sonntagsblah.
Is it worth it can you even hear me Standing with your
spotlight on me
Not enough to feed the hungry
I'm tired and I felt it for awhile now
In this sea of lonely
The taste of ink is getting old
It's four o' clock in the fucking morning
Each day gets more and more like the last day (!)
Still I can see it coming
While I'm standing in the river drowning
This could be my chance to break out
This could be my chance to say goodbye
At last it's finally over
Couldn't take this town much longer
Being half dead wasn't what I planned to be
Now I'm ready to be free
So here I am it's in my hands
And I'll savor every moment of this
So here I am alive at last
And I'll savor every moment of this
And won't you think
When I'm standing top the bright lit city
And I'll take your hand and pick you up
And keep you there so you can see
As long as you're alive and care
And we'll drink and dance the night away
And we'll drink and dance the night away
So here I am it's in my hands
And I'll savor every moment of this
So here I am alive at last
And I'll savor every moment of this
savor every moment of this
As long as you're alive
Here I am
I promise I will take you there
As long as you're alive
Here I am
I promise I will take you there
And won't you think
When I'm standing top the bright lit city
And I'll take your hand and pick you up
And keep you there so you can see
As long as you're alive and care
I promise I will take you there
As long as you're alive and care I promise I
will take you there
So here I am it's in my hands And I'll savor every moment
of this
here So I am alive at last And I'll savor every moment
of this
savor every moment of this savor every moment
of this
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