Double

March 25, 2009
By Isabelle GOLD, Kamuela, Hawaii
Isabelle GOLD, Kamuela, Hawaii
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Your face imprinted on these four walls
But when I look in the mirror I don't see it at all
Your spirt left your body in my bed
For me to wrestle with
For it to play with my head
Can't get it to shut up
Won't close it's eyes

I am so tired
I feel sick
I feel sick
I am tired
Of fighting with myself again

Your mind took off again
Buried in the ground
Floating in the sky
Can't dig it up
Can't bring it down
Your limbs cut off
Scattered over miles
And I can't cross the line
I can't cross the line

I am so tired
I feel sick
I feel sick
I am tired
Of fighting with myself again


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