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Dead on the Inside
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Dead on the Inside |
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Allysa 
since 1999-11-09
Posts 1952In an upside-down garden 
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I see you walking with her talking to her smiling at me. I see you roll your eyes kick my backpack to get my attention. Why do I feel this way when you're not around? So dead on the inside. Why do I feel this way all turned upside down? Dead on the inside. I don't know how to feel about him anymore would you teach me? I don't know what to say to him when he calls Can you tell me? Why do I feel this way like I need him here? So dead on the inside. Why do I feel this way whenever he's near? Dead on the inside. I follow your eyes as they meet mine holding me captive. I follow your hands as they trace over me holding me together. Why do I feel this way whenever I think about him? So dead on the inside. Why do I feel like I need you to explain what happened with him. I'm dead on the inside. Don't let your mind wander, it's much to small to be out by itself. [This message has been edited by Allysa (03-09-2002 03:08 PM).] |
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