| By Fog Submitted by RebeccaBeth_88 Date: 2009 Jun 01 Comment on this Work [[2009.06.01.00.06.11173]] |
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It seems to follow me wherever I go. There's no clear direction, Am I going fast or slow? It seperates me from every person I meet. It seperates me from my dreams, And almost always brings defeat. I'm swimming in this misty cloud of Wretched unbalance and melancholy. I'm waiting for the sun to take you away. I'll always be waiting for the sun to take you away. |