Saturday, September 17, 2005


i'm alone as i shake
in these walls i can't break
and there must be something more
sometimes i feel just little bit empty
i pace down stairs to my core
hoping and hoping for that ideal
but nothing anymore is real
and each day as i wake
in the first moment of pity
i long to be down by the lake
the hopeful place of this city.


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