Wednesday, May 07, 2008

I Wouldn't Normally Do This Sort of Thing.

Come and hold my hand
I wanna contact the living
Not sure I understand
This role I've been given
I sit and talk to God
And he just laughs at my plans
My head speaks a language
I don't understand

I just wanna feel
Real love feel the home that I live in
Cos I got too much life
Running through my veins
Going to waste




What am I doing?

Why can't I just stop?

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