tell me it's not real
Sunday, September 11, 2005
what am i to do
someone there is really not happy
put myself on a line
it seems i never got through to you
so i wean myself off slowly
i'm a darkened soul
my streets all pop music and gold
all our lives are on TV
you switch off and try to sleep
other people get so lonely
i'm sorry
to me
love is the only one
i deceive
cos i'm not that strong
hope you feel the same
everyone is dying
stop crying now here comes the sun
i didn't mean to hurt you
it takes time to see what you have done
so i wean myself off slowly
now it seems everything's turning
the wrong way round
but i hope i see the good in you
and after all that we've been through
me, you're not to worry
good nite
{/2:44 AM}
well I could be wrong.