Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Nothing

The last time I hoped
It came down to ashes
The last time I dreamt
It never rang true
So what made me hope
And what made me dream
That the right moment would come when it's you?

For I barely know you
And I knew him much more
He wished to play drums
You played bass guitar
All the smiles, I knew they meant naught
Sidewards glances all imagined and sought

So wake up now, young lady
For he would never be real
Turn now, run fast!
Run back to your shell!

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