Perhaps

Jun 05, 2006 23:18

Perhaps the lines I draw in sand
Will always blow away
Perhaps the faster that I run
The longer I will stay

Perhaps the more I want to live
The more I die inside
Perhaps the friends I once did love
I now must brush aside

Perhaps the stain of crimson blood
Is not from open cuts
Perhaps the more the worlds change
The more we're stuck in ruts

Perhaps the love I feel inside
Is only bitter spite
Perhaps you see me run away
But truthfully I fight

When all the world is black and white
I'm just a shade of grey.
And if I refuse to change my life
Perhaps you'll go away...
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