Sunday, May 14, 2006 When summer rolls around again those long shadows as the day comes to an end make me sad as hell. I've never been able to figure out why, exactly. It's an almost overwhelming feeling of hopelessness, I've never felt it elsewhere. Maybe deep down I realize I'm fighting a losing battle against time? I'm not sure.i'd rather be dreaming than living, living's just too hard to do. it's chances, not choices. noises, not voices. a day's just a thing to get through. living's just too hard to do. i'd rather be dreaming than talking. there's nothing to hear or to say. with his covered mouth closed, the world is opposed. nothing gets in or away. there's nothing to hear or to say. i'd rather be dreaming than thinking. thoughts are small comfort to me. dreams might be pretend, but at least dreams end, and i just can't stop thinking, y'see. thoughts are small comfort to me. i'd rather be dreaming, than sleeping. just sleeping yeah just as well dead. in dreams, i can fly. in dreams i don't die. that's why i lie here in this bed. just sleeping, yeah just as well dead. |
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