Jun 21, 2004 14:58
+A crown of gold. A heart that's harder than stone.
And it hurts a whole lot, but it's missed when it's gone.
+What they call love is a risk, Cause you will always get hit Out of nowhere By some wave and end up on your own.
+You should count your change before you're even out the door. Well, yes you should, but please return, return To the person that you were, and I will do the same 'Cause it's too hard to belong to someone who is gone
+We slide from top to bottom and we turn and climb again, And it seems by the time that I have figured what it's worth, The squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse
+Existence, well what does it matter? I exist on the best terms I can.