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Lubna Hazeem

Rookie (13/12/1994 / Manama, Bahrain)

Rocket Ship


Why is it hot in here?
Why do i get cold everytime i hear this?
Why does it hurt so much, so much
Why can't i take it all upon my chest?

I used to speak, you used to listen
But then things went awfully wrong
I used to say i will fix your problems
As long as you won't leave me alone

All of these wishes and promises and hopes
All of them were wasted not so long ago
I waited and waited but really, what for?
I really don't want to wait anymore

And here it goes, that dreadful sound
Now is the time, goodbye ground
I feel like my head's about to explode
And shatter all over the place, you know

From a rocket ship, a rocket ship
Watching over you from a distance
Circling around your wicked world
Trying to be part of it all

Floating upon a spectrum of light
The planets you've kept close by
The friction of our endless paths
Starting to fade into black

Breathing through a mysterious hole
Im helplessly whom you've controlled
Death has come to rape this heart
Will it be satisfied?

Submitted: Tuesday, June 08, 2010
Edited: Monday, July 12, 2010

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