By Myself
11-16-09
Ring around a memory
A pocket full of gold
No offer you make can tempt me
The damage is too old
You can keep your gilded cage
Oh yes I remember that song
You can use your empty rage
Now to sing along
I still talk to that girl
The one I used to be
Trapped in your world
Until I set her free
There is much to discuss
But only so many hours in a day
You sure had her lost
But somehow she found a way
Lost for so long
Now ashes, ashes
We all fall down
Fearing what the past is
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Sunday, November 15, 2009
Ashes
Posted by Kate at 9:34 PM
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