Jun 28, 2005 18:36
what more can you ask of me
what more can there be of me
how can we come to be
is it even meant to be
scared to say whats right to say
wrong to not see whats really there
even at times i comite to myself
even at times i have hope
saying "maybe this time will be different, maybe he wont be like the others"
and yet the likeness between them prevails
whats left to do?