December 14, 2007 - Friday
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I'm holding my breath;
I'm staying right here.
I'm waiting for a sign
that skies ahead are clear.
Ship's leaving the dock,
I'm scared to step off of this rock.
I'm afraid I might lose my catch
I'm terrified of what feelings will hatch.
I'm fucking sick of getting broken
So I'm tipping off my token (of love)
Into the freezing water,
And watching it drop even deeper.
As the shaddow fades, as you disappear
I hope that You'll come back and find me right here
I'll never wilt, I'll turn to stone
Waiting for the ship to return;
Wondering if You'll Ever Come Home.
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