Friday, January 24, 2003



It's far beyond your reach, it holds a place in time,
Somewhere ahead is the back of the line.
I can't relate to your mistakes, awkwardly speaking with nothing to say.

Caught up in your life, excuses are so lame,
You may be different but I'm still the same.
The reasons that you thought, the intention that you caught,
You say things are simple we both know they're not.
You can't let it go,

Whoa.

You can't but I know.

Whoa, Whoa you don't even know.

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