When The Ink Runs Dry All Is Lost

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

No poems by me today just a song by Acceptance called Different

Tell myself, on the ride home.
Getting tired, hating all I've known.
Holding on, like it's all I have.
Count me out, when it's clear that I, find it hard to say.
And you, find it hard to care.
I wanted to see something that's different, something you said would change in me.
Wanted to be, anything different, everything you would change in me.
Got this way, upfront but never true.
God I'm wrong, it's just the way I am.
Crashing down, any chance you hear.
Caving in, any chance that you, could see inside of me.
And I don't know what to say, It's fine.
This isn't Hollywood.
So fine, getting in your way.
I wanted to see something that's different, something you said would change in me.
Wanted to be, anything different, everything you would change in me.
I'm taking a chance, this could be different.
This could be all I'm waiting for.
Taking a chance, this could be different.
This could be all I'm waiting for.
I wanted to see something that's different, something you said would change in me.
Wanted to be, anything different, everything you would change in me.

1 Comments:

At 6:46 AM , Blogger kanadians in korea said...

it's dangerous i think when we start to look for something beyond us to be perfect or 'different' so we in turn can feel better... the difference starts inside us, i believe. good tune tho.

 

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