Thursday, August 07, 2008

What can I say


"Look to the clook on the wall
Hands hardly moving at all.
I can't stand the state that I'm in
Sometimes it feels like the wall's closing in
(...)
Try to bury my toubles away
drowns my sorrows the same way
seem that no matter how hard I try
It feels like something's just missing inside
(...)
how many roads can I turn
to find me a place where the bridge doesn't burn
(...)
time time ticking on me
Alone is the last place I wanted to be"