Too late
By Chad
Dry candy covered dreams and words, unspoken. (Break this chain which sits unbroken) A cage of wire high enough to feel free. Hauled through the honesty but where am I? Pushing through possibilities locked doors and reasons why. Lost the words somewhere between you and me; lost reason somewhere down the line. (somewhere you say you're doing fine) The very thing which makes the body be irritates to the bone, a histamine plea. And I'll speak from time to time, loud words too late to matter, when it's too late to make it better.lacks structure.......... but give a f*ck Written April 13th, 2002 © on Apr 13 2002 08:00 AM PST 20 • 0 • 10
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"Dry candy covered dreams..."