Please

Sep 26, 2006 20:58

I never felt alone.
Until I met you

I'm alright on my own.
And then I met you

And I'd of known what to do if I just knew what was coming

We were broke, and didn't know

I would change myself if I could
I'd walk with my people if I could find them,
and I'd say that I'm sorry to you
I'm sorry to you

And I don't want to call you,
but then I want to call you,
'cause I don't want to crush you
(but I feel like crushing you)

And it's true: I took for granted that you were with me
I'd breath by your looks and you look right through me
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