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StuckI'm so upset with everyone,
I'm tired of being alone,
No one realizes I'm done,
Just leave a message on the phone.
Because no one's home,
I've gone to pick up my pieces,
It's hard to scream when your lips are sewn,
You tend to find yourself quite helpless.
Cut this thread from my lips,
If you wouldn't mind,
I'm tired of taking a million steps,
And still being a million behind.
You don't know what it's like,
To have something you want so much,
To be right in sight,
But just out of touch.
Temptation is a horrible thing,
When it's the only thing calling your name,
It takes away the sting,
That tells you not to play its game.
.Angel On Earth.Things seem so overwhelming,
So god, please, my only wish,
Is for you to give me two wings,
One more angel you won't miss.
I'm sure you could use one less,
Little angel so I may be given,
A path out of this mess,
An angel on earth and we'll be even.
For I would like to be there for him,
The only angel on earth,
To be sure that every whisper and whim,
Has a chance to bloom at birth.
He deserves more than he'll ever get,
He's been there for me every chance,
And even before we first met,
I wasn't just another empty glance.
He stood by my side,
With an unbreakable will,
And even when I'd hide,
He'd fight for me still.
So I'd l
Goodnight Enigmatic SongShe was the song you hear and, at first blush, don't like.
Well, you don't know how you feel about it so you keep listening in an attempt to discover how exactly you feel and then you reach the end of the song and you realize, you don't like it; you love it.
That was Grace.
She was my coworker and she was my friend.
We carpooled together, I drove and she slept most of the way.
"Don't get much sleep at night, do you?" I asked her, catching those drooping lids mid-descent.
She looked out the window streaked with rain; it spoke in percussive touches filling the car with quiet overcast conversation.
I felt the warmth of her smile in the corner of my eye. The blur of her hand reached at the window to feel the cold of the droplets.
"When I was a girl, I used to race these. I thought it was funny the fat ones always won," she giggled and I imagined her as a little girl in the passenger seat then, legs too short to reach so kicking, and hair messed in the bac
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