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| blueyed (profile) wrote, on 9-5-2004 at 11:13pm | |
| So I know this boy, he's insane. Half of him is made of love and half of hims made of pain And we're the same.. we're the same He lives down the street and I never see him often, yet when I do. Our friendship is brand new, its like nothing ever happened before. Its like meeting him for the first time, oh hes so insane. But he'll always remember how to spell my name. And he plays...his stupid games. Weaves in and out of thoughts like a needle. Hes quite feeble and not quite all there. And we share, this remarkable bond. It's like hearing that same song in a different key. Who ever thought I'd understand him, and he'd understand me. And thats the thing, he doesnt. He can't really see, all around. He only chooses to see top or chooses to see down. He hears every sound, oh hes so insane. Its like choosing to leave a house for a walk in the rain, or better yet a walk in front of a train. I think hes lame. Yea, I think hes smart. I think his biggest organ in his whole body is.. his heart. And hes got this way, of pulling me close and throwing me away. I would like to try to understand ( no I wouldn't), but it changes everyday. And he used to say The he missed me so, but with him you don't know what that really means or where that'll..eventually go. And just so you know. I don't understand his heart, but hes got mine. Cause I put it there.. It will stay there for sometime. Cause I know The more we talk The more he teaches me He doesn't lead me to doors But gives me the keys And he sees, things we can't And this should be the end of this stupid rant. But just so he knows Wherever I am, wherever it... snows. How good are my highs and how bad are my lows. Hes apart of this trap he set. Never to let go. What moves him, he will only see and he was the one for me? Oh hes so insane And he'll keep playing his stupid game. And we're the same we're the same. |
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