Thursday, 15 September 2016

Bothered

I am being bothered and it slaps me in the face
I lift up my head up and I'm seeing basket case
Could this be the end I'm running to
A dark hall that reminds me of you
A maze
I look through the glaze
And see a tunnel dark all the way through
I have to run to
Will I ever get away from you

I never thought that this could be
A day so cold and empty
I never thought the day could bore
A hurting sting like none before

I am being bothered and it slaps me in the face
I lift up my head up and I'm seeing basket case
Could this be the end I'm running to
A dark hall that reminds me of you
A maze
I look through the glaze
And see a tunnel dark all the way through
I have to run to
Will I ever get away from you

I never thought that life could be
A time so torn apart from me
I never thought love could bore
A painful rip to hurt to the core

I am being bothered and it slaps me in the face
I lift up my head up and I'm seeing basket case
Could this be the end I'm running to
A dark hall that reminds me of you
A maze
I look through the glaze
And see a tunnel dark all the way through
I have to run to
Will I ever get away from you


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