give me something, i need something,
let me feel, oh let me bleed.
burning reeds and stringing reels
is no way to live.
we are running, watch us running,
make us smile, and make us scream,
busting seams and drunken miles
are getting old.
this love thing is getting old, so old,
when there's no one to make you make things right
or smile at night.
i don't want these years to leave me cold, so cold.
1 comment:
Oh, I like this one. It's all intense 'n' stuff. Srsly gud.
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