SittingSittingSitting
I sit here and make music on the keyboard I sit and make the silent music of my thoughts and dreams I sit here to take out the blame some how I sit here to let my thoughts free without other's scrutiny I sit here most nights I sit here when my head is full I sit here waiting I sit waiting to want to sleep I sit and day dream in the night Of how things could be, how they really are, how they should be and why they aren't
The Deadly New FriendThe Deadly New FriendThe Deadly New Friend
What a strange man he was He often wandered the streets alone
He liked to watch others He liked to follow people home He liked to carve and peel and steal People
He was the man watching from the basement window He was the man who lay crying with you in the bell tower He was the man claiming to be the widow of Mister Happy He was the plan in everyones desperate minds who lay still At home, or bolt upright in the tallest tree Of the empty park. He whispers from the inside of your ear
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A bend in the road, is not the end of the road... unless you fail to make the turn.
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w-w-w that was amazing i'm going to buy you...a pizza!
yay!
oh its you...
anyways...
OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH!
:+FAVLOVE:
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w-w-w that was amazing i'm going to buy you...a pizza!
yay!
Well i'd really like to see them =3
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\"All men dream but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity; but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes to make it possible."
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\"All men dream but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity; but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes to make it possible."
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