March 14, 2003

• sitting here, watching you fall
  i can’t see, anything at all,
  but you.
  
  

  i get up, and walk to the door
  thinking of you is such a bore
  but sometimes, i can’t see
  all of the joy that you bring me
  
  

  sitting here, watching you fall
  i can’t see, anything at all,
  but you.
  
  

  writing a note, to say good-bye
  all i want to do is die
  without you, my life is null
  i just don’t think, i have the pull
  
  

  sitting here, watching you fall
  i can’t see, anything at all,
  but me.

  • 9:50 pm
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