Wednesday, November 10, 2010

something.


Say something, say anything! Why lock your love away?
So distant and afraid, life is lived from day to day
But soon this day too soon will slowly, gently disappear
And all you'll have to show for is the days lived filled with fear.
Oh dear, do something, something from the words you make
Or are they empty nothings, so that nothing I may take
I'll give you back all you gave me, and find it equals you
A something saying nothing, while yet anything would do.

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