Monday, February 11, 2008

Suddenly Writing Becomes A Chore [edit]

Ohio Is For Lovers - Hawthorne Heights



Hey there,
I know it's hard to feel like I don't care at all.
Where you are and how you feel.
With these lights off as these wheels
keep rolling on and on.
Slow things down or speed them up.
Not enough or way too much.
How are you when I'm gone?

And I can't make it on my own.
Because my heart is in Ohio.
So cut my wrists and black my eyes.
So I can fall asleep tonight, or die.
Because you kill me.
You know you do, you kill me well.
You like it too, and I can tell.
You never stop until my final breath is gone.

Spare me just three last words.
"I love you" is all she heard.
I'll wait for you, but I can't wait forever.


I am tired.
Suddenly there's nothing new to write.
Except that nothing and no one is ever sure.
It's all a play of words. And hope.

I am really really tired.

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