Convinced of my deception, I've always been a fool.. I fear this love reaction, just like you said I would.. A rose can never lie about the love it brings.. and I can never promise to be any of those things. If I was not so weak, if I was not so cold, if I was not so scared of being broken, growing old.. I would be frail.
Do you care if I don't know what to say?
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Saturday, Oct. 01, 2005 ~ 3:24 p.m.
Will you sleep tonight or will you think of me?
Will I shake this off, pretend its all okay?
That there's someone out there who feels just like me..
There is..