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when i said i wanted something different
this wasn't what i had in mind
this whole world, this place - 
it isn't what i signed up for
not even close
now i'm wishing that i could 
rewind the clock back
days hours minutes seconds
but it's the moments that count most
and i've used up all that i have left
so much unhappiness
too much loneliness
i've been stood up
and i've been shoved back down
i've been betrayed 
i've been colored to fit design
there's a code that i don't understand
it's the making of this planet that
surrounds me
i don't speak the same language
as all of these other people
or maybe they don't speak mine
i don't want to take any more time
to find out the truth
because your truth means nothing
there's nothing to you
i'm sick of being angry
of being ignored
i've had promises thrown at me
there were strings attached
i'm still waiting for so much
that i'm never going to 
get my hands on
these spiteful, bitter fingers
would have only clung to tightly
onto everything they've ever wanted
the wind whispering through the trees
the ripples in the water
the sea-green of the foam 
that decorately the sand so elegantly
the clouds that whisp and whirl
and the puddles that shrink
in the warm and gentle sunlight
i've wanted it all
and i won't live to see it
not around people like you
Posted: 2006-02-20 04:15:58 UTC

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