Dissappearing descendent of the galaxy

by katrina & Rachel   Apr 13, 2005


You're holding me down.
I'm done, I'm gone.
Wake me up before my dream comes true.
I'm floating, I'm slowing dying.
Don't let go or I'll never find you.
I'll never breath.
I ain't intoxicated, I ain't alive.
I ain't with you so the world is a disappearing descendant of the galaxy.

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