Sunday, July 08, 2007

Honestly what will become of me
don't like reality
It's way too clear to me
But really life is daily
We are what we don't see
Missed everything daydreaming

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Traveling I only stop at exits
Wondering if I'll stay
Young and restless
Living this way I stress less
I want to pull away when the dream dies
The pain sets it and I don't cry
I only feel gravity and I wonder why

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Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end

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1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Well the dogs were whistling a new tune ...