The.record.player.

by AGirlWorthFightingFor   Dec 3, 2005


I rose to the center when given attention
i am just sane enough to know i am different
caught in this tidal wave of information
please explain the situation
flooded by such complications
why is it become my knowledge

forever doomed to live in such tender moments
of transitory fear
what purpose followed me down here
where i play my wrists like a violin
a blue pen knife in my hand
feel it, leaflet, self-inflicted
no one is yet partner to this
amber wave of smoke and fire
leave a stain upon your lyre
high-end broken, misunderstood

a pretty spot where death appears to enjoy sunshine
you don't need to light a candle, just remember who i am
there's enough brightness in your eyes
never be sad, never again
send the pain below
tear through your stomach, devour your soul
down, DOWN we go together

sharp as a needle lost in the hay
love is a dreamer with a heart made of clay
and we are feeling so much, cold
FLASH alternate red for blue
green is my envy

the vast pature on the other side of the fence
clears the fog to reveal a white horse and a prince

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