Slowly Turning the Grind

Nov 29, 2005 19:37

What have you done to me?
My heart hangs limply, begging for release...
Your grip has squeezed out the last drop

Then I look down. My hand, my heart, my pain.
All the time it was me,
Forgive me my dear,
I guess I'm not strong enough,
I guess I have no purpose.

Besides you.
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