Laying in bed alone at night
Trying to convince myself that you're Mr. Right
How could my heart lead me astray
Wanting to live our lives this way
Not wanting to live a lie
Wanting this to be true
How could my views be this askew?
Don't know what I want
Trying to convince myself otherwise
Most things that come out of me are lies
So good at playing this game
But you're so very wrong for me
Saturday, October 10, 2009
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