Monday, April 17, 2006

Selected Works of the Un-Afraid

In the back, off the side, and far away, is a place, where I hide, where I stay, tried to say, tried to ask, I needed to, all alone by myself, where were you? How could I, ever think, it's funny how everything that swore it wouldn't change, is different now, just like you, would always say, we'll make it through, then my head fell apart, And where were you?

How could I, ever think, it's funny how everything you swore would never change, is different now, like you said, you and me, make it through, didn't quite, fell apart, where the fuck were you?

Nine Nich Nails - Somewhat Damaged.

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