On These Days...


every thing's stagnant, inert and i feel so far away. 
i've got so much more to accept, i've got so much more to say, 
i felt sullen and depressed with thing i needed off my chest. 
i've go so much more to accept i've got so much more to say. 
i was beat up by the pictures in my mind, 
i saw heat and fire come to take your place, 
walked thought brilliant light on my way to see you, 
i can't move at all with my feet in quicksand. 
if you went a million miles away i would be sitting here wondering what to say. 
i've seen the out come and i'm hoping that it never ends
 



 

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