Aug. 7th, 2004
...a place where the streets are not marked  
see all those people on the ground
                                                     wasting time
i try to hold it all inside
      but just for tonight


top of the world
   sitting here wishing...
the things i've become...
                       but                something is missing
maybe i...
    but what do i know?


and now it seems that i have found...          nothing at all
want to hear your voice out loud
slow it down                              slow it down


without it all               i'm choking on nothing
it's clear in my head
and i'm                               screaming for something
knowing nothing
is better than knowing it all


on my own

lyrics:the used

 
 
Mood: contemplative
Listening to: The Used - On My Own
 
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