’d never say that you make me sick, but you’re turning all the questions to cancers. Someone call in the emergency and we’ll peel back the dressings so we can see The kind of things that the surgeons see, When the bloodwork won’t give us the answers. They’ll never tell us, because they don’t know whats killing us. My heart’s at a million miles an hour as we brace for the impact, It makes time stand…. still. Forcing momentum into a moment so for a split second, I see your face In between all the broken glass hanging like a mobile. This is a picture we’ll never quite forget.
Posted on: Fri, 12 Dec 2014 18:24:36 +0000
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