Wednesday, March 31, 2010

You left me hanging from a thread we once swung from together 
I lick my wounds but I can never see them getting better 
Something's gotta change 
Things cannot stay the same

Her hair was pressed against her face, her eyes were red with anger 
Enraged by things unsaid and empty beds and bad behavior 
Something's gotta change 
It must be rearranged, oh

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