Aug 23, 2007 00:23
So tell secrets me of your past
tell me all the things that you hold in the depths of the chambers of your heart.
Because i'll be dead soon.
At least to you.
I'm packing my life away and leaving this wretched town
So tell me secrets of your past.
I won't tell a soul.
My clock reads late
And I can't rest my eyes to see tomorrow
Because i bled coffee
and the caffine is over bearing
I am shaking and twitching all over the place.
Calm me down
So tell me secrets of your past
Because I'd like to know you
Before it is too late.
Is it too late to say goodby?
I've got until 8 this morning.