Don't leave me alone here
In this place where my thoughts consume me
Don't let me realize
All the things that I could do
Don't tell me
That none of this is real
Because I've felt it coming
In this place where words mean nothing
Please, don't leave me alone here
I don't want to do what I'm doing
Take the knife out of my hand
And don't leave me alone here.
and before people start freaking out, i didn't write this about me, it's about someone else. so chill. no worries, i only feel like this when i'm working. and i really hate my job. a lot. i hate it. but i love the pay. at least it's only for the summer.
Saturday, June 25, 2005
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Yay! It's about time! I miss talking to you! I know I know, I should call, but I'm afriad of your father killing me with a bible or something...I have a job now too. Maybe we could do something on Monday or Wendsday (My days off..) If that's alright. I'll call ya sometime!!
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