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these hands look old and whithered
shaking and frail
and my back aches from this heavy burden you've left upon my shoulders
what am i to do?
my mouth is teased with cigarette smoke as a caress my lips with the burning splint
my mind elsewhere
even on a night such as this with just two thoughts circulating
where are you?
who am i?
and when i reach for the ashtray, reminiscent of past loves, all dead and what is left is ash
i'm shedding my skin but i'm hardly new,
just more vulnerable to every attack you've sent my way.
i'm just a child but every adult thought won't change your mind.
you don't need me, this is desperation..
not love.
i'm still waiting for the sunrise, my proof it's one less day gone without you..
a million more to come.
shaking and frail
and my back aches from this heavy burden you've left upon my shoulders
what am i to do?
my mouth is teased with cigarette smoke as a caress my lips with the burning splint
my mind elsewhere
even on a night such as this with just two thoughts circulating
where are you?
who am i?
and when i reach for the ashtray, reminiscent of past loves, all dead and what is left is ash
i'm shedding my skin but i'm hardly new,
just more vulnerable to every attack you've sent my way.
i'm just a child but every adult thought won't change your mind.
you don't need me, this is desperation..
not love.
i'm still waiting for the sunrise, my proof it's one less day gone without you..
a million more to come.