Tuesday, January 5, 2010

on your machine I slur a plea for you to come home.

it will get easier, yes she's in a better place
all these stupid people lying straight to my face
you wont think about her everyday
but heres some pills just incase

theres no god to give her wings
no angels to hold her tight
its been a year but i still wait
to hear her voice tonight

the stars dont shine quite as bright
and the days go on too long
i start to cry as i remeber
that tonight she's really gone

you left me with nothing but
questions and this broken heart
havnt sleep much since that day
i just sit here and fall apart

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