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Don'T Follow Me

Picture features stretched and strained Hearing unfamiliar names Knowing if I let them in That I’ll be taking all the blame Oh, your pain it scares me so Weird connections but I know That I’ll never want to show How we face a common foe Falling faster sweeter still Sitting on your window sill Razors hidden in the frame Some where I know more remain Oh my sweethearts, oh my friends Can’t you see the cold in me? Remember the fun never ends You have but to turn the key Don’t follow me or you might fall Don’t follow, I run into walls! A knife tucked in your pillow case A smile plastered on your face Exactos slipped in every book Sharp bits hid in every nook! Orange and purple, blue and green Colors deeper than they seem But I know every one can see Red is under every thing! Long and loose, my cut-off sleeves Sweaters under bright green leaves With all this darkness pouring in I hope no one asks me to swim. Oh my sweethearts, oh my friends Can’t you see the cold in me? Remember the fun never ends You have but to turn the key Don’t follow me or you might fall Don’t follow, I run into walls! Friends gather from near and far Bumming rides and stealing cars A little love shouldn’t be this hard But talking won’t rub away my scars And though I feel it’s hopeless And though I feel the heat seep in I try so hard to quit this But I never seem to win Girls you know I love you so But when my hands begin to glow I just need to fade it out Pain is what it’s all about Don’t follow me or you will see Steak knives hidden in the trees Razors stashed through-out the halls Remember I run into walls! Remember I run into walls! Remember I run into walls! (whisper)Remember I run into walls… And where ever I’m wont to tread I’m always hanging by a thread Cradling my spinning head From all the things I haven’t said I know I’ll never have it all Answering a distant call Stop following to see me fall DON’T FOLLOW! I RUN INTO WALLS!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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Date: 12/6/2008 1:33:00 PM
The sharp brightness of the pain is found in joy just the same, is found in babies eyes so bright is found in Christmas candle light....look for sharpness elsewhere, anywhere but there...good luck Debbie
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