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Still Nothing
Contributed by
Ataraxia
on
Sunday, 27th February 2005 @ 07:25:53 PM in AEST
Topic:
AngryPoetry
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Why do I even bother?
Why do I even try?
I feel so far away from you
So I’ll give up this time
You don’t want to listen
You fast-forward through the lies
So I just roll my eyes
Press stop and rewind
Four thousand miles…still running
And all these thoughts of you…still coming
Through a thin layer of confidence…still stumbling
Yell at the top of your lungs…still nothing
Smash the mirror, wreck the house
You know I will forgive you
Turn to ice, I’ll be your Arctic
Never trying to unfreeze you
You can’t fight the tide
You can’t turn back time
The seconds tick away
I’ve given up on asking why
Four thousand miles…still running
And all these thoughts of you…still coming
Through a thin layer of confidence…still stumbling
Yell at the top of your lungs…still nothing
You won’t listen to me
I won’t listen to you
When it comes down to this
What’s there left to do?
If we can’t even talk
Then just push me away
Off to the side
Where I’ve gone astray
Four thousand miles…still running
And all these thoughts of you…still coming
Through a thin layer of confidence…still stumbling
Yell at the top of your lungs…still nothing
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Ataraxia
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Re: Still Nothing
(User Rating: 1 ) by Essentially9 on
Sunday, 27th February 2005 @ 11:24:15 PM AEST (User
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loved this piece entirely. |
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Re: Still Nothing
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Monday, 28th February 2005 @ 08:36:04 AM AEST (User
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An impasse? I thought it was a bit long, but it shows emotion, and I saw what you were painting me. |
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