My nowheres

by Ginger Ozawa   Jun 13, 2011


My senseless heart is beating
I'm alone in being alone
my useless hands are shaking
did I just write on stone
I needed you yesterday
I need you now
I guess I'll need you tomorrow
I thought it wasn't fake
I'm too deep down
I guess you'll never ever know

my breathless lungs are hanging
it's just me and the air
my hopeless bones are trembling
no crutches,no care
you fell with me when we sat on the wall
for hell and heaven, and nothing at all

Going back to the days where you made me hate-less
my turn is over
prepare for envy and see who's next
I cannot cover
prepare for envy and see who's next

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