January

[[Dug up from Sunday afternoon, November 23, 2008]]

I can't help but hate living,
i this far corner of mind,
but i won't come out no,
i'm scared of what i'll find,

maybe it's just an illusion,
or a long waiting line,
hope seems so small now,
and it's safer just to hide,

I just want to feel like i felt,
when life was easy and no one could seize us,
i just want to feel like i felt,
when we were perfect and no one could hurt this,
i just want to feel like i felt,
in the month of January.

i can't help but missing,
our fingers intertwined,
no two faced sullen cowards,
charging from behind,

maybe it's just a question,
of which battle i must fight,
or who i can still trust in,
when I'm fighting for my life,

--bridge
now, look what we've done,
it won't be like this, for anyone,
but us . under the sun,
we lye breathless , waiting for the end,
and here it comes,

I just want to feel like i felt,
when life was easy and no one could seize us,
i just want to feel like i felt,
when we were perfect and no one could hurt this,
i just want to feel like i felt,

in the month of January,
in the month of January,
in the month of January,
in the month of January,

verses : F/C/EM/AM
chorus : F/C/F/C/EM/AM
bridge : F/G/C/AM... Read more
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i love the stuff you write when you're at your lowest;
it may be cheesy, desperate and lame. but it's real.