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Sit, stand, be still, walk in, wash hands, hold him, love him, smell him, wish he was yours, feel his heartbeat, feel peace you've never felt....stand, leave alone, drive home, walk in, sit, stand, sleep.
Feel around the door for a handle, something to let you leave this place....but you can't leave a state of mind. The sun rims a stretch of clouds, it's not going down without a fight. You wanna see me cry, dont you? But I open the unusually heavy door, sit in the seat, touch the wheel...it's dark out...and I'm better at this.
"This is the part where you cry." -my mind.
True, but I'm not a little girl anymore, am I?..Or am I?
So I'm sitting there and I couldn't tell you my name if you asked. I didnt want to drive, I didnt want to be anything. Does that make sense? I didn't want a hug, or a kiss, I didn't want advice, or compliments. I wanted to live where people agreed with me, stopped telling to me to stop feeling. I like feeling...and I'm so tired.
From the womb, from the cradle, from the bed this morning....we were all taught this, werent we? "Now i lay me down to sleep..." but by the time life gets hard.. its gone, its a joke, not relevant, not valid....I want someone to believe, I want someone to believe me.
Believe...such an amusing word.
Walk into the jaws of hell, anytime..
Feel around the door for a handle, something to let you leave this place....but you can't leave a state of mind. The sun rims a stretch of clouds, it's not going down without a fight. You wanna see me cry, dont you? But I open the unusually heavy door, sit in the seat, touch the wheel...it's dark out...and I'm better at this.
"This is the part where you cry." -my mind.
True, but I'm not a little girl anymore, am I?..Or am I?
So I'm sitting there and I couldn't tell you my name if you asked. I didnt want to drive, I didnt want to be anything. Does that make sense? I didn't want a hug, or a kiss, I didn't want advice, or compliments. I wanted to live where people agreed with me, stopped telling to me to stop feeling. I like feeling...and I'm so tired.
From the womb, from the cradle, from the bed this morning....we were all taught this, werent we? "Now i lay me down to sleep..." but by the time life gets hard.. its gone, its a joke, not relevant, not valid....I want someone to believe, I want someone to believe me.
Believe...such an amusing word.
Walk into the jaws of hell, anytime..