Aug 30, 2004 00:35
if you could be perfect
would you take the time
just to stare at my reflection
forfeiting whats mine
a needle on the windowsill
a shadows in the hall
push it down and make a kill
let up and you might fall
to fade, to dance, entrancing chance with chance
a questions to an ending, as a life is to a lie
so I gazed, deep into your eyes
seeing what I saw, I now think life's computerized
was it remodified, or simply simplified