My everything , by Little Miss Meeks Subscribe to rss feed for Little Miss Meeks

Too many lies
I can’t see through the black
This is up to you now
There is no way back

Rewinding in time
Is a day dreamers game
Don’t even say it
Why don’t you start to pack? 

There is something about it
As we pull down
You can’t dress it up
We’re hiding behind, drowned 

We hold each other up
As we both sink now
I hold out my everything
But I can’t make a sound 

Kicking and screaming 
There is something not right
But together just feels… 
Nothing we have felt before

If we could pause time 
We would already be statues
But will you ever come
I’m waiting, crying on the floor 

Hard as this might be
There is no simplicity 
I see one answer 
Just do it, get up, and run!

Time is a funny thing
And it plays at the wrong pace
We were slightly out of sink
Please just go, get up, and run! 
Posted: 2008-10-15 01:10:51 UTC

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