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catefrances

sitting here thinking
waiting for the call
what if i die waiting
and that call don't come at all

will my time be wasted
will i fade away
would i rather open up my flesh
than see another day

my head, it hurts from something
and the tears, they sting my eyes
my stomach crawls as it eats my guts
and there's a bad moon on the rise

i want to slowly walk away
from everything i know
i want it all to sink beneath
and be revealed from under melting snow

something is wrong i know it
i can feel it in my bones
i need some time to be alone
to be somewhere no one knows