Wednesday, 29 October 2008
"...They'll miss the taste of wanting you, Call out your name like I still do..."
-Matt Nathanson
My eyes are clouded with pain.
My heart hurts it's so low in my chest.
Why do I let everything cut me so deep?
My head throbs from holding back tears.
I'm that sad lonely shade of blue even when I'm happy.
I don't know why you got to me
Or why I shiver with the fear of losing you.
I know you'll be alright
But that's not what the world shows my eyes.
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