Tuesday, January 4, 2011


... is weird.

I know im walking but how come my feet can barely touch the ground.
I could have been easier on you
I could have been all you held onto
But I can’t take all your jabs and taunts
You’re pointing out my every fault
And you wonder why I walked away?

When you tell me I’m a wreck
You say that I’m a mess
How could you expect anything less?

Still I see you standing there
Waiting ‘round for me to fall
Boy you must be crazy
Still believing you and me belong
I guess you never knew me at all.


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