if l lost you in the flood
i would drown the world on purpose.
if i could stop every disease in the world
and lose you in my arms
i would infect every mother and child I could find.

skimp on the mercy,
i'm tragic on the love.
hit me hit me like a child who knows no pain
because I like to be chained with the possibilities of love.

laugh at me because i'm the toy in the closet
that gets thrown on the bottom of the pile
and crushed because nobody cares after they've had a toy for a few months.

but once you find me under all the wreck
you'll remember all the good times
and you'll either giggle or cry
because severance pay of the soul doesn't come cheap.

11/24/2006

Posted on 11/24/2006
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