Sunday, November 29, 2009

The Summer Effect

My words are getting hoarse now
We must not be trying
Stuck, exhausted I guess we will never learn
Don't say your tired
Because I have tried
more than you'll ever know

With your time I've been wasted
and times turned back
Passing on everything that was meant to be
in no time I was wasted

Don't take time to over analyze
Every little word
Everything that happened I can trace it
Back to a place where everything got quiet

Im feeling my screws loosen
and I'm hanging on, my hinges
Im way past fixing
Don't knock too hard
because I'm way past fixing