Wednesday, April 06, 2005

She seems dressed in all of me
Stretched across my shame
All the torment and the pain
Leaked throgh and covored me
I'd do anything to have her to myself
Just to have her for myself
Now I don't know what to do
I don't know know what to do
When she makes me sad

She is everything to me
The unriquited dream
A song that noone sings
The unattainable...

She's a myth that I have to believe in
All I need to make it real is one more reason
I don't know what to do
I don't know what to do
When she makes me sad

But i won't let this build up isnide of me
I won't let this build up inside of me

A catch in my throat
Choke
Torn into peices
I won't
No
I don't want to be this
But I won't let this builld up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me

She isn't real.
I can't make her real
She isn't real
I can't make her real
(inside of me)

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