9 Feb 2011

All dressed up for Prague

why should i tell you how i feel?
why should i count you my sighs?
why shouldn't i shrug off and walk away?
why should i sing to you my fears?

but i cannot not do it.
i cannot do it.

for I Prepare myself for a war
And I don't know what i'm doing this for

Trying to let it all go
But how can I when you still don't know?

I could wait for you
Like that hole in your boot

Waiting to be fixed
I could wait for you
What good would that do
But to leave me pricked?

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