Saturday, January 8, 2011

Like a dull sweet acid you burn inside me
They struggling in quicksand pulls you deeper
But it really doesn't make any difference
I will slowly be pulled under,
submerged and awoken on the other side,
the side where you can't be.
being wrong feels so right,
until you're being left.
All i want is to be perfect just for you,
but the corrosion ate through that chance.

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