No more

by Rachel   Aug 5, 2010


I can't do this anymore,
I have to get out;

There's the door,
JUst waiting for me to run through without any doubt.

Life would be better if I was just gone,
To run away with you;

We cold sleep in your car til dawn,
And finally get the long car-ride through.

And as soon as we get there,
We could do whatever we wanted to do;

We wouldn't have any other care,
Just that I love you.

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