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Post by Yertle_The_Turtle on Dec 26, 2008 8:41:15 GMT -5
Where Where do I run to? It's crashing around my Sense of life and limb
Where Where do I turn to? It's tearing apart my Willingness to live
CHORUS: But troubles come And troubles stay Troubles seem to Know my name "Murphy, Murphy We see you" I stand there stunned What do I do?
Where Where do I run to? To facilitate my time My space, my mind
Where Where do I turn to? To resurrect my space My heart, my face
CHORUS
So cup your hands And wrap your arms Your ugly boyfriend's Got no charms
So drain your eyes And tap your feet You're losing your Right to speak
So cup your hands And wrap your arms Your foolish head Sounds its alarms
So drain your eyes, babe Tap your feet February fifth I lay in the street
CHORUS
© 2008, J.Forner
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Post by Hermit on Dec 26, 2008 8:46:07 GMT -5
Oh Josh ... your words seem to sum up some of my own feelings sometimes. As a professional runaway myself, I've discovered the more you run, the harder it is to come back to your self. Well, at least it feels like that sometimes. I do so miss the sunny side of life. I've felt rather trapped myself by forces out of my control lately and it ... brings back the old runaway feelings again. Sorry for my ramble. Your words just seem to touch me. Take care Josh.
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Post by Yertle_The_Turtle on Dec 29, 2008 2:25:23 GMT -5
Thank you.
If I could take care of myself, however; I'd not be writing like this
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Post by Hermit on Dec 29, 2008 9:47:54 GMT -5
Well at least you are still writing. Some ten years ago, someone hurt me similar to how it sounds you've been hurt, and I began to dry up. No tears, no words, no emotion, a desert of an inner self. Then someone came along and gave me hope, in more ways than they realized. I'm not good at taking caring of myself much either, which may be a reason that someone is not with me now.
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