segunda-feira, 4 de maio de 2009

Water grey
Through the windows,
up the stairs.

Chilling rain
Like an ocean

Don't want to reach for me,
do you?
I mean nothing to you,
The little things give you away
And now there will be no mistaking
The levees are breaking

All you've ever wanted
Was someone to truly look up to you
And six feet under water
I do

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