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Do you ever get the feeling
The butterflies are dead...

The afternoons like this move slow
Screaming to the love songs on the radio...

A twisted silver web that shines dark in the...
A pattern tracing over with what leaves let out...

Laying in bed
Its all in my head...

For the past couple days
You've been trying not to sleep...

These words and these poems
These melodies and notes...

Here in this red notebook
Darkened scrawl, depressing thoughts...

I hate nights like these
The ones that don't end...

The cold outside is biting through the layers of...
Put smiles in my eyes just so they don't know...

You know I'm not one for cute sappy words
Sometimes words like I love you, are no longer...

Now the pen's on paper
What words will burn out now...