martes, 3 de agosto de 2010

Stop for a minute

Sometimes I feel like it's all been done
Sometimes I feel like I'm the only one
Sometimes I wanna change everything I've ever done
Too tired to fight and yet too scared to run


And if I stop for a minute
I think about things I really don't wanna know
And I'm the first to admit it
Without you I'm a liner stranded in an ice floe


I feel like I'm a thief who has no faith
Maybe more than by the grade
Of the drugs you took that day

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