Aug 20, 2008 22:40
splintering
I can feel my heart
breaking, it's falling apart, it's
splintering
it's so hard to make myself heard from
behind these glass walls that aren't
splintering
Even though my voice's cage is made of gold
It's still a cage for my soul and it won't start
splintering
how can i expect you to know
what i can't say with words that
fall from my mouth
splintering
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