Broken Vents

Jan 19, 2006 01:16

there are pieces of what once was everywhere.
I'm hurting again tonite, that's 1 point for her, if she will.
I wish I could know what the fuck is going on, but the truth is that probably no one does.

So I sit down side by side with honesty: I love her.
C'mon, let's talk, I told you how I feel now its your turn.
She needs me she loves me, she doesn't return my calls, she sells me out.

No answer: thus the game continues.

'Til tomorrow I suppose.
'Til tomorrow.
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