You say I'm just not eating enough
And that I should be eating more...

Everybody Hurts
Time for you to realise...

At your wedding, you were the beautiful bride
your soon to be husband beaming with pride...

Sitting alone on your bar stool throne
Cold unseeing eyes tilted...

I've seen you in the next life
And held you by the hand...

Why do you play dead?
to prove you're still alive...

Send me another email
I can't get enough of your prose...

The desk job nine til nine
Not enough time to survive...

Once I had a voice
And Once it had its own song...

I've been waiting for you.
At night, I cling to side streets...

By Treadingafineline
You are a large part furnished flat...

At night she drinks to drown you out
And become one with apathy...