Carrying on from where my "WHY I WON'T GET HELP" blog
My muse is the DARK SIDE, and I was posting soundtracks that make me imagine things and come up with fic Ideas... here's more...
*Imagines someone with a strict and serious look on their face as they lie on a table and get injected with IV, and they cringe angrily in pain*
"Ticking away the moments
That make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours
In an off-hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground
In your hometown
Waiting for someone or something
To show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine
Staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long
And there is time to kill today
And then the one day you find
Ten years have got behind you