Thursday, December 15, 2011

Staring at my feet, the world is on my shoulders
My life just skipped a beat back to the start, it’s over
We are but a speck against the night sky
I got the feeling that I’m not alive
And I see you and I’m hypnotized

Nice to meet you, superficial is my name
Protect my innocence, I need someone to blame
We are but floating on a sea of our desire
I got the feeling that I’m not alone
So many voices in the great unknown

I got things I should say
I’m left alone, with these thoughts every day
I got things I should say
-The Great Unknown

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