Time

by Laura   Aug 3, 2006


Your love is like a razor blade
crawling across my skin
one cut is all i need
to make me whole again

your kiss is like a poison
leaving it's trail upon my lips
all i wanted was your passion
to feel your fingertips

your picture is in my head
im playing movies in my mind
an ounce of emotion is all i want from you
and we're running out of time.

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