dharmabumgrl's Diaryland Diary
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for every word that you add, it don't mean much as baracades
I woke up first this morning
I�ve never seen the dawn
But I know what the world looked like before
How would I know what you said?
You�re always first to go to bed
You�re intent on sleeping it off
Let me sleep, next to the mirror
I know you don�t like mirrors
When they reflect on you
For every word that you write
They won�t mean much as barricades (they hold me down)
I�m sure that you�ll be fine
Ten more years of this
It will nearly be time
I�m sure that you�ll be fine
It can�t take ten more years
You woke up first this morning
You told me that you had a bad dream
Like one never before
What was in it?
My reflection showed that I�m far too critical
Let me sleep next to the mirror
Don�t tell me that you don�t like mirrors
Don�t tell me that you don�t like
Looking right through your own reflection
For every word that I write
They won�t mean much as barricades (they hold me down)
I�m sure that you�ll be fine
Ten more years of this
It will nearly be time
I�m sure that you�ll be fine
But it can�t take ten more years
1:15 a.m. - January 05, 2006
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