Jan 07, 2005 23:34
& i'll put myself in your hands.
now i'm standing on a mountain of rubble
that once was a wall || took years to build
around me // and then you came along . . .
and tore it down_ like it was n o t h i n g .
& i'll hold your heart in mine.
and we'll make promises not to break each other apart.
[.[ Sick & Tired Of Bein' Sick & Tired ].]
no phone calls & you don't write
was all that you said just a lie?
or is there someone else better than me?
or are you just too busy?
i think i have a right to know.
my heart is on the verge of b/r/e/a/k/i/n/g.
my biggest fear is that they'll take you to a place where you won't come back to me.
thought i ran into you on the street | then it turned out to be just a dream
i made a point to burn all of the photographs | she went away & then i took a different path
i can remember the face but i can't recall the name now i wonder how whatshername has been
remember | whatever