Wednesday, June 4, 2014

strains

I don't know what you are
but I know what you want
I hear you scratching at my door
What's the point..

I've never seen your face
I've never even cared
I've never opened the door
just a peek to your stare

Go away, go away, go away
I can't, I won't, I don't
In a world that's lacking honesty
I'm loathe to say I'm scared

Go away I'm afraid, I'm afraid
Being infected by something
That might take me nowhere
Are you even there?
Or am I dreaming it

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