meandering - funny how i can even find the words
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Tuesday, November 12, 2002
why do i do this to myself
time after time
put myself through all your coldness
listen to those same old lines
i only wish i caould say the things that would stop you dead
make you realise what could be
chase reality out of your head
i hear your voice
you say my name
i've never heard it sound the same
touch my hand
dont walk away
i really wish that we could stay
i know the things that you say
arent really you
its just a front to stop the truth
from crashing through
we could just go
fly away
i never thought i'd feel this way
make a wish
disappear
leave it all and float away
