I feel like I gotta make it right
But soon it'll be out of sight
I feel there're things to forgive
Before it will let me live
I have to remind myself you don't care
I wish I could not care, I swear
I have pains and aches that shouldn't be
I don't know what you did to me
I wish I could just get away
It kills me to be here, to stay
I wish you weren't around
Then I could escape, not to be found
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
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