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Trapped in your mind, the swirling thoughts of dreams and woes surround your every aspiration and whim.
It consumes your attention, and plagues your thoughts, leaving you stranded... alone.
Only the subtle glow from the radio and it's lucid tones, hold you on the edge of reality.
It is here we laugh and cry, relate and hate all at the drop of a solitary note.
Someone seems to relate to us and hears our pleas.

Save us all...
We are trapped with music in our minds.




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Trapped with Music in my Mind...


Sunday, April 10, 2005

Week: Sunday, April 3rd, 2005 - Saturday, April 9th, 2005

Breathe No More
by Evanescence

I've been looking in the mirror for so long
That I've come to believe my soul's on the other side.
All the little pieces falling shatter:
Shards of me too sharp to put back together;
Too small to matter,
But big enough to cut me into so many little pieces.
If I try to touch her
And I bleed,
I bleed
And I breathe,
I breathe no more.

Take a breath and I try to draw from my spirit's well.
Yet again you refuse to drink like a stubborn child.
Lie to me, convince me that I've been sick forever
And all of this will make sense when I get better.
But I know the difference
Between myself and my reflection.
I just can't help but to wonder:
Which of us do you love?
So I bleed,
I bleed
And I breathe,
I breathe no-
Bleed,
I bleed
And I breathe,
I breathe,
I breathe,
I breathe no more.


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