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Thursday, August 25, 2005
" The one with the complexed me ; 6:32 PM "

It's just too late
You made me bend over to relate
Never said things just like they were
But then rumours were hopping from him to her

And then again
The pouring rain
The drama just never heals from the baine
The anamma never stops for your playing flute
Just think about nothing but your retribute

--
Are we just as much as perfect as we think?
Are we running in circles, round the rink?
Are we lying to ourselves that we'll make history?
Are we proving to be
Just our own misery?
--

The questions never fade
The truth and the lies just wade
The honest eyes
Just mesmerize
The falling innocence from the laid

So if we thought
About the actual happenings
The proper elementings
We'll be there
Just everywhere

--

Maya

It's really weird.
I just feel down.
Nothing much, really.
Hmm




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