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Dead Wrong

Put me to shame, Water me down to my base. Erased, Fabricated, Nothing will ever be the same. A shot in the dark, Crippling hold on the stars, You don't shine for me, So why should I, Burn for you? When it falls down I will be waiting, Waiting on you to come back, But I've always been a dreamer. When it dies down, Oh, the setting sun, We'll admit that we have done wrong. Fractured hands, And lips that can't quite grasp. It's overwhelming, But what else do we have? What else can we do when there is nothng left? Under water, There is just enough oxygen to say your name, I hear your voice again, And relish the sound, I love being insane. When it falls down I will be waiting, Waiting on you to come back, But I've always been a dreamer. When it dies down, Oh, the setting sun, We'll admit that we were dead wrong. We were dead wrong, In photographs and nothing left behind. We were dead wrong and yet I let it live, When I should have let it die. Victimized...we spread those lies. Beneficial, Artificial, You mean everything. The air I breathe, Is just a sea of defeat.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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