Held captive, I'm a prisoner
In the back room where the water leaks and I'm oh, so cold
Command me on what to do, but we both know neither you or I are in control
There's nothing left for me here
I'm grabbing on to what's left of this hole.
It's all too real this can't be happening
Never again, ever again, will I say I'm OK
I'm scared of the fate that will become mine
No time to talk you know the drill
Under my desk this can't be it
I'm only dreaming, I've got to be dreaming
But I can't get up.
No time to talk, not this time, this is my place
This is where I arrange
It's so funny how we see things so clear when we have no time left to live
So lay back now and take it is
I won't say a word .
I won't say anything
I can't believe how it feels
To stand here in this room
And feel like it's going to blow
I think we're all going to blow
I've got to be dreaming
We've got to be dreaming
Please don't wake me up
This is the end.
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Brittany's Journal of Meaningless Ramblings
This will mostly be random outbursts, my day-to-day ramblings/rants and the rare events that happen in my boring life.
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