Living Vicariously

Been writing sad songs
Been writing happy songs
But my feelings are empty
on both sides of the street

I need a hot bath
Need to feather my splish-splash
Might try living dangerously
I'm about due for awakening
Through with living vicariously

Been drawing my water
from the storms of the past
What am I to do?
Might call on poor you
None of those feelings
were meant to last
I need a vacation
from this reanimation
Of feelings long gone and subdued



Copyright,2005, CaseyCarter
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