
The crowd is empty.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Tragedy - Words: 291 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 08-20-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2405243
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-1No Audience
I'm talking to myself again
I have found myself around the bend
And I'm worried I might never wake up
So don't tell me
That there's nothing
Don't tell me I'm insane
No don't tell me
That you love me
You haven't a clue what I mean
When I've been right on the edge
I've been right on the verge of something great
Yeah, I've been right on the edge
But some things in this world I can't let wait
So don't tell me
That there's nothing
Don't tell me I'm insane
And don't tell me
That you love me
When you haven't a clue what it means
And I'm talking to myself again
I've forgotten what it's like to live like them
Yeah, I'm talking to myself again
And I can't control the fact that they don't make sense
And I'm talking to myself again
No one's listening and no one comprehends
I'm still talking to myself again
I know the way but they won't give up their pretense
And this is going to hurt me
Feeling my way across the floor
I find a wall and a window, but there's no door
And though I'm blinded by the silence of a prophet's whore
There's no surrender when offenders claim that there's no war
On me
And I'm talking to myself again
Paranoia's got me watching for the end
Still I'm talking to myself again
In the hopes that someone else can see the trend
But I'm talking to myself again
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