ruthemily

girl, interrupted
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2003-01-06 11:55:33 (UTC)

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I hate that word.
I hate that word.
I hate that word.

Come on baby, it's alright.

Everyday feels so incomplete. Everytime I'm talking with
you it's always over too soon.

How can it be wrong?
How can it be wrong?
How can it be wrong?

Can it be wrong?
Is it wrong?
Was it wrong?
Am i wrong?

I am wrong.

Always.

Another mirage folds into the haze of time recalled
And now the floodgates cannot hold
All my sorrow all my rage
A tear that falls on every page

Meet me on the other side

The ghosts are crawling on our skin
We may race and we may run
We'll not undo what has been done

I know it would be outrageous
To come on all courageous
And offer you my hand
To pull you up on to dry land
When all I got is sinking sand

I'm sick of hearing my own lies

Sick of hearing my own lies

Sick

There's nothing I can do
There's nothing I can do
There's nothing I can do

It's like a mantra, there's nothing I can do...

Lessons to be learnt, always lessons to be learnt
Too many lessons
They don't make sense any more
There is no sense to my life
I cannot make sense to my life

Can you?

Doubt is a bad thing. Don't doubt yourself, baby.

Kookaburra kangaroo
Kookaburra kangaroo
Kookaburra kangaroo

The flower in the canyon
In the cracks
Deep cracks
Oozing
The flower

The flower

The cross
The cross
The cross


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