Thursday, March 17, 2005

Caarshanbe suri
Fear and sweat
my muscles ache
I smile, and it's not a fake
I fade away
It troubles me, what you're gonna say
Just a day away
while we both know we are not supposed to stay
no more intention to wait
And what I really hate
Is the panic that stops me from breathing
My knees hit the floor
And I panic more
Until you open my door
This is the back door
Leading me out
Sweep you away
We'll never go on
We're used to these empty words



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