Thursday, November 17, 2011

tysw.

Well that's something, that you're laughing at me.
And I hope you know what it is that you're laughing about.
Cause it wont be long now 'til they're reeling you in.
The same situation, the same disappointment you bring.
So I hope you're happy with the impression you made.
Deep in denial, like you planned it this way.


But you're lost to me.
Like dust I have cleared from my eye.
Your words have no meaning,
So I stare up into the sky

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