Wednesday 11 January 2012

Unscripted

its 4 AM and you're all alone
no where you sleep feels like home
its the same damn day over again
you wish you wouldnt wake up, just call it an end.

lost inside your mind traveling around
unsure where to look when peace isnt found
finding it harder to keep moving on
cause you're pretty sure sanity's long gone.

You have no one left to call a friend
No, not even God has an angel to send.
So you talk to the shadows in the dark
After all, they're all bite, no bark.

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