Right The World
It's funny how when you've got a million things to say
Something changes, and all the words are stripped away.
You're left speechless, looking for a way to fix it all
To go back in time, and prevent it from happening.
To right the world on it's axis before anything happens,
To erase the hurt and pain before it even becomes known.
In that awkward state; not knowing how to play it
Trying to decide what's best to do,
when really - there's nothing you can. </3
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tobelovedposted on 09/25/2009
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