Sunday, July 27, 2008 . 22:48
Somehow this is what I really feel;
Every time I think of you,
I get shot right through
into a bolt of blue(depressed,dejected,low,fed up)
It's no problem of mine truly,
But it's a problem I find,
trying to leave a life I can't leave behind.
Friends there's really no sense in telling me,
The wisdom of a fool won't set me free
That's the way that it goes
and it's what nobody really knows.
It's just everyday my confusion grows.
I feel fine & I feel good.
But I feel like I never should.
Whenever I get this way
I just don't know what to say.
Why can't we be ourselves like we were yesterday.
Every time I think of you
I get down on my knees and pray.
Just waiting for the final moment you said the words that I can't said.