Wednesday, January 12, 2011

A boy, as expressed to himself, by his shadow.

Madness, madness; disappear
We left our hands near the lake
Among a bed of roses still resting upon the others'
Kept my mouth shut
With big red x's after I failed to say what I meant
Kicking the dirt out of my nails
Couldn't seem to worry enough
Even though I couldn't eat
...I couldn't sleep
Couldn't see my shadow
For miles and miles
Just standing out there
Wishing away the days
Stay up those nights
Were you near?
Were you hear?
Cause you never called
You never called.
Just traces
& clues
For the paranoid detective
The one not solving anything
I use to love the mystery
But I've been long without the answers
And now I need a chance
I need a chance
Or I'm gonna give up
And we're never going to have a hope
To solve a damn thing.

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