Random Scribblings
I’m not playing a game of fetch
I’m not throwing a boomerang
It will only come back
To hit me in the face
When will you ever get the catch
Sometimes when people walk away
On the way out they pick up their sack
They ain’t coming back, baby
Ain’t coming back
I’ve since filled sealed this gap
Took with me a map
Leading me out of this mess
It’s not the end
So stop playing games
My energy is sapped
It’s time to confess
Life, baby, don’t look back.
* Note, I'm feeling completely alright. Just got inspired (or deluded) by a song.
You sure you're ok ar? By the way, you were inspired by what song?
Posted by
-hanz- |
Monday, March 17, 2008 1:06:00 am
At least you're making sense... to yourself :(
Posted by
Ãngelu§ |
Monday, March 17, 2008 9:19:00 pm
hanz - Click 5, Mary Jane. Don't ask me why, but it just sounds really really emo to me. And I didn't choose to listen to it either. Itunes was in party shuffle and it was played. My mood then took a huge swing, like a massive pendulum :P
angelus - It's ok, I don't blame you for not being very smart :)
Posted by
loopy |
Monday, March 17, 2008 9:52:00 pm
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