Sunday, November 22, 2009
What is it that you want actually?
What do we lack?
What do you want from us?
Why are you like this?
Why cant you see?
Why wont you listen?
Where did we go wrong?
Where do we stand?
Where do we turn to?
It is like suicide for them, evey single day.
Dying at every thought.
Dying at every thought.
Crying silently.
I've got responsbilities, one of them is saving you, saving them.
Now, I've gotta work hard and quick, before the unthinkable happens.
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