Days like this, I don't know what to do with myself
All day - and all night
I wander the halls along the walls and under my breath
I say to myself
I need fuel - to take flight -
And there's too much going on
But it's calm under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion
Is that why they call me a sullen girl - sullen girl
They don't know I used to sail the deep and tranquil sea
But he washed me shore and he took my pearl -
And left an empty shell of me
And there's too much going on
But it's calm under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion
It's calm under the waves in the blue of my oblivion
-Fiona Apple
I am so tired. I am cracking, I am breaking, I am hiding so many things.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Sullen Girl
Posted by Amanda at 3:19 PM
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2 comments:
this is such a bad time for me to be grounded.
are you any good at letter writing?
loooooooooooooots of poems.
do u like them or somthin?
yeah.
well, blah.
cya.
kinda.
lol
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