Tuesday, April 25, 2006
i've cried enough tears yesterday to put the pacific ocean to shame
its hard to be happy when you know you created your own diaster
i dont comb my hair
i dont catch your eye
this was going to mean something
i swear
but then i realise nothing i say comes out the way i mean for it to
this is more real than i can handle
and i should have known better than to place my heart into the palm of someone who never could keep their hands to themselves. you would thinkright now when we go through a tunnel,i wish i could be anyone else but myself