Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Who Am I, Without You.

"The town has prying eyes and they want to know,
If you're going to make it alright.
I mean we never know the outcome,
Don't know what you'd run from.
Wherever you are, we know,
That you're somewhere else,
Or maybe not.
Maybe you're stuck in the black,
Shut off for the time being.
It's so abnormal today.
So why wouldn't it be then.
This tough transition,
This grieving process,
Leaves the heads swimming.
It leaves our thoughts to get tired,
And our minds,
Start to drown."

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