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i don't want to sleep
so maybe i won't
i have the makings of songs in my head. but i don't like any of them.
i don't know why eyes are rolled or what is thought when i smile, but i know i don't get smiled at anymore.
i remember when you said you love me and you meant it
i remember when you told the truth, except you bent it
now all you ever say is words of nothing
i'm jumping but the walls aren't breaking
i would rather have a misunderstanding, misconception
because then i could see some of your perspective
but when voices are silent and your eyes aren't open
how do you think you can you show me, or them
you rule the world with your hidden thoughts
i try but my efforts seem all for naught
here's my heart, please don't let it die
too late, i'm already sick of the lies
i sometimes wish i could just look away
pretend it doesn't hurt and wait for a new day
go to my head to stop my heart's pain
but when i wake up, it's always the same
when i ask, you say everything is just fine
but i know that's not what's going on in your mind
maybe i should take the hint and go
but my heart is screaming i want to know
so maybe that's why i stay
and let you play
maybe someday i'll find
a piece of your mind
maybe someday there'll be
something for me
maybe someday i'll be waiting for someday.
12:05. that took way too long, but not long enough.
stop changing your mind, everything is okay, why don't you smile... i am happy. i see that you are too. i have one, you have two, maybe that's all you need, maybe that's all we want. i really like the black and white. because sometimes, most days, that's what i need. colorblind i am not, but sometimes, blinding are the colors, and i have to close my eyes. the white light remains, with the black, and i know that i can always return to it. but i still see because i can't stop. i close my eyes for a breath of fresh air, not to blind myself. because sometimes, some days, i don't need to see. too bad four eyes were blinded. that's why i like red.
i can't wait for this summer. piano and flute, duets, solos.
i play better in a duet.
i wonder if they are ever going to keep their promises. i doubt it.
i am cold, and i should do some homework before i fall asleep.
the distant lights.
i wish that i could figure out why i'm happy. but at least i know i am.
by you, i me.
cool.
Carebear
so maybe i won't
i have the makings of songs in my head. but i don't like any of them.
i don't know why eyes are rolled or what is thought when i smile, but i know i don't get smiled at anymore.
i remember when you said you love me and you meant it
i remember when you told the truth, except you bent it
now all you ever say is words of nothing
i'm jumping but the walls aren't breaking
i would rather have a misunderstanding, misconception
because then i could see some of your perspective
but when voices are silent and your eyes aren't open
how do you think you can you show me, or them
you rule the world with your hidden thoughts
i try but my efforts seem all for naught
here's my heart, please don't let it die
too late, i'm already sick of the lies
i sometimes wish i could just look away
pretend it doesn't hurt and wait for a new day
go to my head to stop my heart's pain
but when i wake up, it's always the same
when i ask, you say everything is just fine
but i know that's not what's going on in your mind
maybe i should take the hint and go
but my heart is screaming i want to know
so maybe that's why i stay
and let you play
maybe someday i'll find
a piece of your mind
maybe someday there'll be
something for me
maybe someday i'll be waiting for someday.
12:05. that took way too long, but not long enough.
stop changing your mind, everything is okay, why don't you smile... i am happy. i see that you are too. i have one, you have two, maybe that's all you need, maybe that's all we want. i really like the black and white. because sometimes, most days, that's what i need. colorblind i am not, but sometimes, blinding are the colors, and i have to close my eyes. the white light remains, with the black, and i know that i can always return to it. but i still see because i can't stop. i close my eyes for a breath of fresh air, not to blind myself. because sometimes, some days, i don't need to see. too bad four eyes were blinded. that's why i like red.
i can't wait for this summer. piano and flute, duets, solos.
i play better in a duet.
i wonder if they are ever going to keep their promises. i doubt it.
i am cold, and i should do some homework before i fall asleep.
the distant lights.
i wish that i could figure out why i'm happy. but at least i know i am.
by you, i me.
cool.
Carebear