a heart thats full up like a landfill,
a job that slowly kills you,
bruises that wont heal.
you look so tired, unhappy.
bring down the government
they dont- they don't speak for us.
ill take a quiet life,
a handshake of carbon monoxide
and no alarms, and no surprises.

RADIOHEAD//NO SURPRISES


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what would you think of me if you read my thoughts?
felt my pain,
dealt with my sorrow?
would you still love me,
even if i am not as beautiful as my name?
after all, what is in a name?
other than the broken fragments of a lost memory?

//marcid