2004-01-09 - 4:47 p.m.
There seems to be inside this dream
No hint of truth for us to see
It's just a mirage of who we are
A guess of how we've come so far
To hide a truly broken heart
So what's the use in speaking truth
Of anything between me and you?
Or of letting any concience show
Or speaking of what little's known
About love & trust or a lack thereof
And now here i stand, heart in hand
Just waiting to be crushed again
And now here she comes to save the day
Saying all i hoped she'd never say
And then laughing as i run away
So what's the use in believing truth
Or in anything I thought of you
I've always felt better off alone
So let me live and die here on my own
In a state i've always thought of as home
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