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Girl On Queen Street


Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Lift Me Up.


Lovely. That's how today feels like. Simply lovely. This happy feeling is so, well, happy. I've not felt this awake and alive in awhile now, I don't think the class has seen me in this state. Hope tomorrow's just the same. The morning started out friendly, I didn't have to wait long for the bus, neither did I have to shove any commuters out to spoil everyone else's morning.
Darling Kay and Zee are pretty much in the same state as I am. We're all happy people today.
I am not going to question. I'm just gonna enjoy it to the very end.

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In the meantime, Kay got me addicted to this song. I love it. As much as I don't want to admit it, it's pretty much how I'm feeling in this thing.
But enough emo-ing, I don't want to be the spoiler of my own happy mood.
The story shall be told another day.

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I can't find a way out
and the clocks are broken, leaking time.
One more second, I may die
'Cuz my wounds are open bleeding life.

You're a problem, I'll never solve.
How do I say it and let it go?
You never told me just what you wanted,
I'm only guessing you're wanting me.
I never said this is what I wanted,
A love that's shaking and all onesided.
So tell me why you have kept me here,
Empty and lifeless, afraid to leave this.
Should I stay and pretend to smile?
There's nothing for me, I need to go.

I can't find a way out
and the clocks are broken, leaking time.
One more second, I may die
'Cuz my wounds are open bleeding life.

Where do you go when your eyes are closed?
Why do you waste it all for show?
Am I there when your eyes are closed?
Am I wasting this all for show?

Am I wrong? Is this wrong?
Is it a lie? You always lie.
Look at you, already gone..
But expecting me here waiting for you when
you're feeling lonely.

I can't find a way out
and the clocks are broken, leaking time.
One more second, I may die
'Cuz my wounds are open bleeding life.

And I will never know
why I let myself be broken.
But when this rip becomes a tear,
I'll have lost the will for hoping.

If i stay I risk losing a part of me that i once loved.
And you're not worth that loss,
I'll chalk it up to broken hearts.
If I'm strong and I dig myself out,
I'll live.

I can't find a way out
and the clocks are broken, leaking time.
One more second, I may die
'Cuz my wounds are open bleeding life.
I'm not ready to give my life


Location: W35N
Music: Decorating For Cinco De Mayo - Kenotia ( on repeat, mind you)



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