Thursday 11 November 2004

Cryptic Writing's #13

As i look around this room tonight,

Settle in your seat and dim the light,

Do you want my blood?

Do you want my tears?

What do you want?

What do you want from me?

Should I sing until I cant sing anymore?

Play these string's until my fingers are raw?

You're so hard to please,

What do you want from me?

 

Do you think that I know something, you dont know?

If I dont promise you the answer's, would you go?

Should I stand out in the rain?

Do you want me to make a daisy chain for you?

Im not the one you need.

What do you want from me?

 

You can have everything you want,

You can dream, you can drift even walk on water,

Anything you want,

You can own everything you see,

Sell your soul for complete control

Is that really what you need,

 

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