Rachel BaByBeAr Anderson Biography

I sit here waiting for someone to speak
hours later it seems
no-one is interested in me
'cause without a partner you're not worth talking to
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The nib sprints across the smooth white surface
Aching limbs strain to keep a pace
Eyes strain againgst the headache
Ticking reviberates off the walls whistling me to hurry
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Times like these make me think
life truely is a stitch
waiting to be unraveled
waiting to be tangled
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When alone i watch the sky
and try to picture you at my side
see the white clouds pass by
trying hard not to cry
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Im moving across this board
No-one to defend me
I am always the first to go
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