Thursday, 23 October 2008
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Currently Listening
Stone Sour
Through Glass
see relatedSometimes...
Sometimes, I'm alone in a crowded room, it seems.
Sometimes, My nightmares are better than my dreams.
Sometimes, I can't feel my heart beating in my chest.
Sometimes, I just can't get myself to rest.
Sometimes, I feel scared when there's silence all around.
Sometimes, I want inspiration but it's nowhere to be found.
Sometimes, I feel foreign voices crowding up my head.
Sometimes, They are telling me that I should already be dead.
Sometimes, I see myself happy some day soon.
Sometimes, I see it so close, I can taste it like a fume.
Sometimes, I wish you were here but I know that it can't be.
Sometimes...No, all the time...I wish you could understand me.



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