every time i think of you i get a shot right through into a bolt of blue its no problem of mine but

its a problem i find living a life that i cant leave behind theres no sense in telling me the wisdom of a fool wont set you free but thats the way that it goes and its what nobody knows and every day my confusion grows every time i see you falling i get down on my knees and pray im waiting for that final moment youll say the words that i cant say

i feel fine and i feel good i feel like i never should whenever i get this way, i just dont know what to say why cant we be ourselves like we were yesterday im not sure what this could mean i dont think youre what you seem i do admit to myself that if i hurt someone else then wed never see just what were meant to be every time i see you falling i get down on my knees and pray im waiting for that final moment youll say the words that i cant say

submitted by mada on sat, 17 january 2009 - 09:36:55