| The sky could be blue, I don't mind
Without you it's a waste of time
The sky could be blue, could be gray
Without you it just was a sky |
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| I wonder how many of these faces around me are feeling the same way
I am....... Did they come here to feel less lonely as they sit alone....
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| it's bad when it's bad
and it's bad when it's good
and it's hurts when you care
hurts more when you don't
alone is fine
until it's alone you've got
how did you get there
and i'm back here
i thought that was me
but it seems to be you
you need me
but i don't want you to
you don't need me
why not. |
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| When all is said and done and my life draws to a close,
i will, at least, have dozens of semi-filled notebooks... |
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| i hate spring almost as much as i love it. (but not quite)
april rolls around and i immediately become bipolar.
it's gray. it's sunny. it's gray. it's sunny. it's pouring. it's sunny.
i can't keep up. right now the sun is out and i want to dance and sing.
but give it five minutes until that giant cloud consumes my blue sky and
then i'll be pulling out the razor blades.
don't get me wrong. i love all things melancholy.
i bleached my hair twice yesterday. today it's black again.
do you ever experience phantom smells? in a instant you are transported to another place and time...
perhaps you smell a person past? this has happened to me a lot recently. wonderful and unnerving.
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