"i don't want to lose myself. it's a whisper, it's a funny thing. we fold like icicles on paper shelves. it's a pity to appear this way"

7/29/11

march 2008

Others sing themselves to sleep 
while inside my head I write 
You wish you had the best of me,
but I'm not sure you're worth the fight 
And if you're thinking the same thing 
I don't really care,
cuz I was willing to let you in-
but you wouldn't let me share 
I'd let you turn the pages in my book 
if you promise to skip chapters 1 thru 9 
But just in case you didn't know...
before you came along, I was just fine 
So don't be thinking that cuz of you 
my world is crashing down 
cuz in actuality-
you're just another noun 

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