Unplugged

by Heather Blakley   Sep 10, 2005


Its 8:39 as I lay awake
Trying to figure out
How I've come unplugged
My gears aren't turning
and no one is weeping.
I couldn't have made it
In this world alone.
The light is fading,
My circuits are shot.
But still I'm wondering
How I've come unplugged.
Was it when I had cut my wires?
Maybe it was when
I drank that tainted oil..
No, I remember now..
It was when I first met you.
That was when I came unplugged.

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