Tuesday, October 03, 2006
See all those people on the ground
Wasting time
I try to hold it all insideBut just for tonight
The top of the world
Sitting here wishingThe things I've becomeThat something is missingMaybe I
But what do I know
And now it seems that I have foundNothing at allI want to hear your voice out loud
Slow it down, slow it down
Without it allI'm choking on nothingIt's clear in my headAnd I'm screaming for somethingKnowing nothing is better than knowing at all
the used -
on my own
