Out of Control

by Elina   Aug 5, 2006


Living is breathing
Breathing is time
Time is emotions
All spread out on the line

The line has these patterns
Patterns that don't make any sense
Sense is what's left
When the mind is so dense

As dense as the oil
Oil that keeps fire burning
Burning like crazy
My whole world is turning

Turning upside down
Down and inside out
Out of control
All I have left is doubt

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