why do i, when it's wrong, by Finding Myself♥♥
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my heart burns for you
but i know that what we do is wrong
my soul yearns for you
but i know that we can not go on
as i read through others' writings
i notice things you've said
are similar to those
who are now stuck in a mess
my legs cry for you
but when you rub them i feel unclean
my hand cries for you
but i when you hold it i feel mean
as i read through what i've writen
in the past, and present now
i notice how my thoughts have changed
from good to hell and down
why do i still long for you
even though i know it's wrong
i think i need to fix my head
'cause i don't know what's going on |
Posted: 2007-05-13 20:34:55 UTC |
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2005-10-04 00:38:31 | ill haven |
others'* writings*
rub* feel*
feel* mean
past, and present* now
'cause* |
2005-10-05 11:13:46 | Preston |
Nicely put. We all feel that. I'm working on my own answer too. |