Thursday, July 22, 2004

every time it happens
they read more than is there
I think that they're friends
but I guess they just don't care

They leave me in the dust
like some worthless nothing
It's me, that it must
I don't want to feel a thing

Running so fast it's all a blur
get away, as far as fast as I can
it's all because of her
she can't take this kind of man

They're all the same
they stay the cycle
but who's to blame?
if it's mine I will

this goes on forever
at least I don't see an end
forget this.

-Me. And forget it.


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