Sunday, 19 July 2009

Next Sunday

I get time for you only on Sundays. I was with a best friend and we did have burgers. But it wasn't as nice as last Sunday. Not that I'm comparing of course.
Just breathe there's nowhere else tonight. I kept wishing he'd show A memory.
Left with a lonely view of life. You've got me wrapped around you. Sweetly lost in you.
I don't belong here
An albino!
Always will
Entertain us!
I'll be waiting
Common and break the door down
I'm ready
I'm ready
Floating upon the surface
the birds

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