Tuesday, March 22, 2005

 

On Your Own

I don't belong, anywhere
I stand alone, in a corner
I can't follow, instructions
I can't do anything, everything

Passed around like the flu, I wish I could get through
Run around like a fool, I'd want to lose my cool

Situations arise, the heat here is killing me
By my own device, I will find a way to survive
Travel along with my silence, swaying to the beats of sadness
Racing on to beat the champion, though my feet is sored and blistered

Your shoes, it won't fit,
on my feet, indeed
My heart, it won't beat,
to your heart, don't start

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It's complete.
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