Thursday, October 10, 2002
xxiiixiii:
why won't you tell me how you truly feel?
each hour that passes takes me deeper into my confusion.
nothing, nothing more than honesty, i thirst for
go now, and close the door, i would rather hear you say.
minutes are lifetimes when moments are silent
i can hear you, but i need something more
nights will rest my mind, quell, these tireless questions
a tired heart invites you, come break me now.
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why won't you tell me how you truly feel?
each hour that passes takes me deeper into my confusion.
nothing, nothing more than honesty, i thirst for
go now, and close the door, i would rather hear you say.
minutes are lifetimes when moments are silent
i can hear you, but i need something more
nights will rest my mind, quell, these tireless questions
a tired heart invites you, come break me now.
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