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


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