3:32 a.m.
August 27, 2004
I... don't understand anymore. I don't know why I'm in the wrong, and I'm starting to believe the advice I recieved. But it hurts. I think I can see the advantage of being asleep at midnight; there's that many more around to console you.
Don't mind this song
It's just a
Product of my fault
What is the reason
For this hostility suddenly
What can I do to prove myself to you
Is there a verbal key
That unlocks you
That causes a sudden revelation
You may be right
But what's right between friends?
What's right between the two of us
I don't think I understand your reason
I believe your defense is only a front
You won't let anything go
Anything I could say would come back and make me feel terrible
I'm too torn apart to want to work it out
I'm so bothered that I just can't bother anyway
Give a little
Give a little long
I miss the sympathy
I'm trying to balance
It's not as easy as it seems
It's not easier
Give a little give a whole lot
Give me a benefit
Give me some breathing room
You don't understand the way my emotions come and go
I don't think I understand your reason
I believe your defense is only a front
You won't let anything go
Anything I could say would come back and make me feel terrible
I'm too torn apart to want to work it out
I'm so bothered that I just can't bother anyway
Acoustic melodies
Fluttering through the room
Patience, patience patience
I don't want to know anymore
This is such a feeling that I don't want to be there
I'll always be wrong to you
I don't think I understand your reason
I believe your defense is only a front
You won't let anything go
Anything I could say would come back and make me feel terrible
I'm too torn apart to want to work it out
I'm so bothered that I just can't bother anyway
I don't think you understand my problem
It might be nice to let you know
It might be nice to sit somewhere else