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Array ( [sid] => 97781 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => This Hollow [time] => 2005-06-12 17:02:21 [hometext] => Sadly, this is not mine but my girlfriends. She does not believe that it is awesome, which it is, especially when you here her sing with with no accompaniment. Enjoy. [bodytext] => I'm bored with this newfound fascination,
With this self-mutilation...
I'm gone and
I want to go deeper.
Don't stop me.
(Can't stop me.)
Just leave, please.
I'll be there tomorrow
No sorrow, Don't follow
Just let go of me.

I'm drowning in pills of assorted prescription,
There's no where to turn.
I've got no place to hide.
I cannot believe I'm not gone,
That I've made it.
Seems like my soul is stuck on survive.

I'm lost in such innovations.
There are no communications.
I'm here but I'm always alone.
Please, somebody help me
I'm lost in my sorrow
Don't follow, don't follow.
Just leave me be.

I'm waltzing through fields of empty bottles,
Red and clear liquids leave stains at my feet.
So very sure that I won't see tomorrow...
Sobbing tears of hate as I drop to my knees.

I walk outside the cage I call my house,
Feeling somewhat like a small mouse.
So huge it's bemusing
I'm lost, it's confusing.

I go swim in ***** I've buried myself in
Let these tears that I've swallowed
Fill up this hollow
Growing inside of me.

And PLEASE don't lose your sleep over me.
And please don't worry too much.
But you just don't know what you do to me.
So goodbye, now I've said enough.

Jenison Clifton
11/00
[comments] => 2 [counter] => 194 [topic] => 34 [informant] => KayeRains [notes] => Edited due to the use of a banned word. - moderator_16 [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SongLyrics )
This Hollow

Contributed by KayeRains on Sunday, 12th June 2005 @ 05:02:21 PM in AEST
Topic: SongLyrics



I'm bored with this newfound fascination,
With this self-mutilation...
I'm gone and
I want to go deeper.
Don't stop me.
(Can't stop me.)
Just leave, please.
I'll be there tomorrow
No sorrow, Don't follow
Just let go of me.

I'm drowning in pills of assorted prescription,
There's no where to turn.
I've got no place to hide.
I cannot believe I'm not gone,
That I've made it.
Seems like my soul is stuck on survive.

I'm lost in such innovations.
There are no communications.
I'm here but I'm always alone.
Please, somebody help me
I'm lost in my sorrow
Don't follow, don't follow.
Just leave me be.

I'm waltzing through fields of empty bottles,
Red and clear liquids leave stains at my feet.
So very sure that I won't see tomorrow...
Sobbing tears of hate as I drop to my knees.

I walk outside the cage I call my house,
Feeling somewhat like a small mouse.
So huge it's bemusing
I'm lost, it's confusing.

I go swim in ***** I've buried myself in
Let these tears that I've swallowed
Fill up this hollow
Growing inside of me.

And PLEASE don't lose your sleep over me.
And please don't worry too much.
But you just don't know what you do to me.
So goodbye, now I've said enough.

Jenison Clifton
11/00




Copyright © KayeRains ... [ 2005-06-12 17:02:21]
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Re: This Hollow (User Rating: 1 )
by pUnKa_RaCh on Monday, 13th June 2005 @ 04:22:17 AM AEST
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very touching, I really like this
i think it would make a brilliant song, tell your friend well done! ;)


Re: This Hollow (User Rating: 1 )
by KayeRains on Tuesday, 14th June 2005 @ 12:05:27 AM AEST
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tehe... I spelt 'here' instead of hear .... Woops... Ought to be able to edit the damn thing....




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