November 11, 2009
Hiding behind the trees
Running from my past
I can't hide the whispers
Nothing's made to last
They know I can't hide
Eventually i'll stop
I know i'll never be
Something that i'm not
Nagging and pulling toward me
A puppet on their strings
The voices call out to me
Telling me these things
So much I need to know
Too much I know about
The clock keeps counting seconds
Time is running out

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