Wednesday, March 01, 2006

here without you (what am i to you)

Here with out you
what am i but
a cold bed to come home to
Hearing this
when are you and i
ment to venture together

sinking while i sit alone in this room
stuck in a concept loop and a trance of boredom
if i was there i'd probaly snort that riddlen
instead of existing in a state of doom

Here without you a tear is held in the rose i drew
here without you i try to be understanding
while you were with mike not one but two
here i sit without you over reacting

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