Aug 29, 2004 22:50
So I'm left wondering
there is so much left I wish that I could say to you
Silence I keep
For fear of breaking myself down and maybe getting through
getting through to you
For Pete's Sake
Let's see straight
Clench your fists up in rage
Hurts to know
I could throw
All this time away
***Let's try and work it out
Please don't be angry anymore
I'm on your side
I don't want to fight***
I want it, I need it
And all the answers Im racing to find out
They might outrun me in the end