Hiding Places
By thespin
Run...run Life has just begun. Run...run. Reaching for the sun. Drink...drink. No time to think. Drink...drink. Time to sink. Sink. Drown...drown. Noise and confusion the only sound. Drown...drown. Going down. Down. Sin...sin. Covers everything from within. Sin...sin. Where have I been? Round...round. Where I'm I bound? Touch...touch. Everything is just too much. Too much. Touch...touch. Is this my only crutch? Black...black. I can't go back. What do I lack? Hate...hate. I hate me. Why can't I see? Fell...fell. Everything is unreal. One endless Virgina Reel. Hide...hide. Who's is on my side? Who will be by guide? Pills...pills. A cure for all my ills. Pills...pills. Nothing but a series of stills. Answer...answer. Does anyone care? If they do, where? Love...love. A pure white dove. Sent from above. Wipe away the tears. God hears. Smile...smile. You are Christ's child. Smile...smile. Rest in God's arms for awhile. Written November 8th, 2001 © on Nov 08 2001 12:09 AM PST 0 • 13
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