Saturday, February 23, 2008

Bizzary love trian


everytime i think of you

i get a shot right through into a bolt of blue

it's no problem of mine but it's a problem i find

living a life that i can't leave behind

there's no sense in telling me

the wisdom of a fool won't set you free

but that's the way thet it goes

and it's what nobody knows

and everyday my confusion grows

everytime i see you falling

i get down on my knees and pray

i'm waiting for that final moment

you'll say the words that i can't say

i feel fine and i feel good

i feel like i never should

whenever i get this way

i just don't know what to say

whay can't we be our selves like we were yesterday

i'm not sure what this could mean

i don't think you're what you seem

i do admit to my self

that if i hurt someone else

then we'd never see just what we're meant to be

everytime i see you falling

i get down on my knees and pray

i'm waiting for that final moment

you'll say the words that i can't say

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