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Wednesday, October 17, 2007

You don't see me

This is a place where I sit,
this is the part where I love you too much;
Is this as hard as it gets?
'cause I'm getting tired of pretending I'm tough.

I'm here if you want me,
I'm yours, you can hold me,
I'm empty and taken and tumbling and breakin'.

I dream of worlds where you'd understand
and I dream a million sleepless nights.
I dream of fire when you're touching my hand,
but it twists into smoke when I turn on the light.
I'm speechless and faded,
it's too complicated;
Is this how the book ends,
nothing but good friends?

'Cause you dont see me,
and you don't need me,
and you dont love me,
The way I wish you would.

So,
this is the place in my heart,
this is the place where I'm falling apart;
Isn't this just where we met?
And this is the last chance that I'll ever get.
I wish I was lonely instead of just only crystal and see-through,
and not enough to you..

Its all because you dont see me,
and you dont need me,
and obviously you dont love me,
the way I wish you would;
and the way I know you could.

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