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[Mar. 19th, 2008|08:55 pm] |
There was a time and place
where I never thought
I'd leave my own hometown.
But those days finally
are dead and gone.
It was never my intention to stay there,
Oh no.
There was a concious effort played by me
to disown anything I see.
There was a girl I knew,
way back when,
who says she doesn't know me anymore.
These are the lies -
the things you never mention.
These are my past
mistakes I'll stay away from.
These are my thoughts written down on paper.
It's my only savior
from not saying what I want to say.
These are the thoughts that are on my mind;
moments that haven't yet been defined.
And I dont know if you could ever understand;
these are the things I can't say when we're alone.
There were countless hours on the telephone;
my ears were ringing from the dial tone.
There were flashing lights,
people staring.
There was nothing I could ever do.
These are the lies -
the things you never mention.
These are my past
mistakes I'll stay away from.
This is the truth -
the only time you'll hear it.
I write it down, because it
seems so hard to say.
These are my thoughts written down on paper;
it's my only savior
from not saying what I wanna say.
These are the thoughts that are on my mind:
moments that havent yet been defined.
And I dont know if you could ever understand;
These are the things I can't say when we're alone. . . |
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