Sunday, March 15, 2009


you promised me it’d be alright

I think you lied

maybe a little to late

I cant figure your eyes out

not after this trip

there’s something far from the truth

something farther down inside

I think it might be to messy for me to touch

I might be spoiled in the middle of your garbage

I cant believe its as if nothing ever came

went and as if we never saw

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