Everybody Hurts
Time for you to realise...

I've seen you in the next life
And held you by the hand...

The desk job nine til nine
Not enough time to survive...

The last night spent in a hotel room just like the...
Where the only fumblings are now our words...

You're my dirty little secret
A private, twisted game...

Once I had a voice
And Once it had its own song...

By Treadingafineline
You are a large part furnished flat...

At night she drinks to drown you out
And become one with apathy...

Why do you play dead?
to prove you're still alive...

Sitting alone on your bar stool throne
Cold unseeing eyes tilted...

Serial Monogamist
I am not here to subvert...

Send me another email
I can't get enough of your prose...