an attempt to tip the scales

losing what i love in a mess of details

Thursday, June 02, 2005

High Noon

by: Surreal As Sunlight

Here is where I can't see the sun
It's dark, but this is where I'm trapped.

Your figure looms tall
Blocking the light

Suffocating through dark air.

I can't see, but I can hear her eyes smiling
So bright, that you know


But when you don't give it your all
It will be high noon
And I'll be free of this
Because you won't be standing so tall

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