If I could I would shrink myself.
Sink through your skin to your bloodcells.
remove whatever makes you hurt.
But, I am too weak to be your cure - Brand New Guernica
(Grr. Misfittts)
The truth. Is you could slit my throat and
with this one last gasping breath, I'd appologise for bleeding on your shirt. - TBS You're so last summer.
I.am.heaven.sent.dont.you.dare.forget.
I am all you ever wanted.
What all the other boys all promised.
I think in decimals and dollars.
I am the cause to all your problems.
shelter from cold.
we are never alone. - Ok I believe you, but my tommy gun don't -Brand New.
(Infact. That whole song)
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs
Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you
You don't care a bit, you don't care a bit - Imogen Heap - Hide&Seek.
Falling from the top floor your lungs
fill like parachutes
windows go rushing by.
People inside,
dressed for the funeral in black and white.
These ties strangle our necks, hanging in the closet,
trapped in the cubicle;
without a name, just numbers, on the resume stored in the mainframe, marked for delete.
-Thursday - For the workforce, drowning.
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