::confessions of a dreamer::

As the stars fall from grace and light your glowing face I'm teaching myself to dream I'm holding my breath to scream I'm teaching myself to believe in the things I don't understand I don't even know if they are true..but that's what dreamers do..



Apr 4, 2005
worth 5 lines of a song.

your words they hurt my ears
they come out so clear
with the intent to hurt
these words are spinning around your face
diamonds are forever
i've got a heart made out of stone
our time is up i'm moving on carefully
no time for thoughts of someone else's dreams
diamonds they last forever
but i've got this heart made out of stone
take another look at all the things you want to be.


I'm always so wrong to you-- so why don't you just put yourself three feet above me.  I really couldn't care what the weathers like up there. And while you're at it put a rain cloud above my head and watch me make a rainbow. Send your messages through your stereo-- hate me and relate me for all the song is worth. Try and kill a girl for caring-- and watch her walk away.


Posted at 04:18 pm by indigogirl

 

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