Thursday, May 11, 2006


I think I could kill
I think I could thrill
The mind snowballs around and i just can't fill
these moments of emptiness that seem to be still

It seems easy to lose grip on the rope
Its very last strand, my last remaining hope
But when it's hope that's all ive got
I guess victory will seem sweet once i've fought

The clock won't stop for me, time will run as ever
It is I that must do the chasing... chasing hope into the never


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