Nov 22, 2009 01:38
I was put in a small green room with no other reality outside this little room. I felt real. I saw my flaws head on. And now my mind is catching up only to get called into something I'm not wanting to take on right now. I want to write. I don't want to do wrong. But now it seems I'm tired of breathing, you're holding my tongue, and I don't believe things will get better.
And you can count on that
So let it go...
we're concentrating on falling apart
we were contenders
now we're throwing the fight
i just want to believe
i just want to believe
i just want to believe
in us