string
hang my eyes up on a hook
swells the panic i can't look
inside my own skin i fail to find myself again
a million faces look the same
and their replies evaporate
there's no soul behind these eyes
if they can't glue me back again
ghosts drop hints and whisper things
just blood and bone and bits of string
family portrait on the wall
quiet confusion circle this
i can feel my mother's hand
but i can't find her face to kiss
there's no soul behind these eyes
if they can't glue me back again
someone's life inside a box
nothing here resets the clocks
ghosts drop hints and whisper things
just blood and bone and bits of string
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
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im not a fan...
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