Monday, May 4, 2009

I'm tired of being so judgemental.

Barely anything left
Barely anything left
It came like a night full of theft
And pet the people with hands full of death

There's nothing on these bones
There's nothing on these bones
Only enough to take me home
And see the way that this half-life drones

Carefully carried was she
Carefully carried was she
Until she cracked underneath the sea
And became what she was supposed to be.

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