a 27 year old lost soul who blabs about non-sense, mother, friend, graphic design, photography, video games, eccentric, half-cracked, music, unix, emo bands, books, ipod
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You got wires, going in
You got wires, coming out of your skin
You got tears, making tracks
I got tears, that are scared of the facts
Running, down corridors through, automatic doors
Got to get to you, got to see this through
I see hope is here, in a plastic box
I’ve seen Christmas lights, reflect in your eyes
You got wires, going in
You got wires, coming out of your skin
There’s dry blood, on your wrist
Your dry blood on my fingertip
Running, down corridors through, automatic doors
Got to get to you, got to see this through
First night of your life, curled up on your own
Looking at you now, you would never know
