Jul 06, 2006 17:48
"fears returned"
all the words are etched out in black
i fear them, i fear they might come back
back to haunt me
reveal their secrets
and in turn reveal the real me
the heart. the lungs.
all the songs ive sung.
it all comes back to square one
and when its through, its all done
forever in my favor
and far between
you had my best intentions
but overlooked what youd seen
its now or never or all at once
its now, never, or a matter of months