Saturday, October 30, 2004

Too Busy

too busy wanting, i forget what i need
too busy cutting, i've forgotten to bleed
too busy rushing when i need to slow down
too busy faking smiles, though inside i frown

too busy acting like i own the world
too busy to notice i'm a scared little girl
too busy to notice i have an addiction
too busy dreaming to know it's all fiction

too busy pretending, creating the lies
too busy for love, out fucking the guys
too busy laughing though inside i cry
too busy with life, don't have time to die

"there are more people alive now than have ever lived- i read that somewhere and instantly thought it impossible. but, if it were to be true, i wonder, that if we keep on living this fast, no one will have time to die." -unknown


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