Wednesday, September 29, 2010

One track mind like a goldfish, stuck inside my petri dish.
I can´t breathe and I can´t smile. This better be worth my while.
I feel numb most of the time.  Lower I get, the higher I´ll climb
And I will wonder why I got dark only to..shine.
Looking for the golden light.
Oh it´s a reasonable sacrifice.

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