Wednesday, November 10, 2010

the lower I get, the higher I'll climb

One track mind, like a goldfish,
Stuck inside my petri dish.
I can't breathe, and I can't smile,
This better be worth my while.

I feel numb most of the time,
The lower I get the higher I'll climb,

and I will wonder why,
I got dark only
To shine
Looking for the golden light,
Oh, it's a reasonable sacrifice

~ Marina and the Diamonds, "Numb"

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