joi, 1 noiembrie 2012

Into the dark I wait while the questions bleed
They tear me apart, so I get them before they get me
I know I ask too much, don't want to wait 'till you've answered me
But we don't have to speak, no, cause watching you is all I need.

How many words must be spoken 'till the truth comes out?
How many wounds are re-opened when you use your mouth ?

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