everything seems to be a liar
acting, cheating, Byzantine
a jilt? seriously its undeniable
you admitted for being a bipolar
rather i think its two-faced
its castle in the air
and
attempts of evasion
i kept myself like a fool's paradise
this is what i meant
Sometimes I find myself sittin' back and reminiscing
Especially when I have to watch other people kissin'
And I remember when you started callin' me your miss's
All the play fightin', all the flirtatious disses
I'd tell you sad stories about my childhood
I don't why I trusted you but I knew that I could
We'd spend the whole weekend lying in our own dirt
I was just so happy in your boxers and your t-shirt
Dreams, Dreams
Of when we had just started things
Dreams of you and me
It seems, It seems
That I can't shake those memories
I wonder if you feels the same way too
The littlest things that take me there
I know it sounds lame but its so true
I know its not right, but it seems unfair
That the things are reminding me of you
Sometimes I wish we could just pretend
Even if for only one weekend
So come on,
Tell me
Is this the end?
Sunday, December 23, 2007
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