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by Curing the Comon Cliche Jun 7, 2009 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I roll my eyes into the back of my head That lonely feeling has come back again I throw my hands up into the grey-aired skies Pretending my eyes have not willed me to cry Feeling alone and there's nothing I can do Shooting out blanks won't make me disappoint you Scratch the iron bars till they bend or I break Loving is nothing unless there is something to take This ocean of lonely has physical pains God as my witness I won't disappoint you again.