Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Walking on Glass With Strings Attatched



How many times do I have to say I'm sorry?
How many times do I have to break down?

At what point do I say goodbye?

I think it's time you found the door.

Don't look back.
I don't need that from you.

Screaming so loud that I go silent.

I'll just sit on these steps and watch the puddles.

This is better for everyone involved.

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