When i sit here on my own.
Take pleasure being all alone.
And wallow in the hum of silence.
And empty out my heart of violence.
I need this time to get a hold.
Where i dont have to do what i am told.
And i can sit here and grow old.
And wait in silence for the cold.
Tuesday, 31 March 2009
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