Splinters
Going back to the begining
Seems this track is always
commin round again,
Just when I think my odds are winning
Sure as night
It all falls apart like sand...
And I'm standing here
thinking things
About how to pull through
I'm writin down,
Mouthin sounds,
How do I bring it all back around to you...
Its the annual fall I have
Walkin on shards of glass
Feelin I'm loosin touch
And a pint don't do much now to aid me...
Sun won't you save me...
Time keeps on tickin
I'm just sittin here wishin I
was somewhere else
And the fear comes around again like winter
I've splinters in my runnin shoes
so
Which race do I run now?
Copyright © Fiona Wallace | Year Posted 2006
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