I suppose I could be profound
For the first time
And say something inspirational,
But the seconds are winding down
And I've run out of
The metaphysical.
...And you're spinning around again.
...So I'm trying to help you land (on your feet).
And I guess that if you insist
I could smile
And since you're such the optimist,
I'd mean it, too.
But there's no ending yet in sight
To the sinking feelings
On these drowning nights
...And we're moving in close again
...Well I'm wishing you'd let me in, (finally).
I'm dreaming as smoke
Slips underneath the door
And slowly fills the room.
Your eyes ignite with
Smiles and something more
And I'm too scared to move.
...And I'm feeling real bold today
...So I'm searching for words to say (that you'll never hear)
[bridge]
...And I'm dreaming this dream again
...Where you're reaching out for my hand
I'm dreaming as smoke
Slips underneath the door
And slowly fills the room.
Your eyes ignite with
Smiles and something more
But I'm too scared to move.













Devious Comments
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<Wordhack> Darn it. I liked my phylosophy better. The fanfic masturbation thing.
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a documentary?
yeah. it's like a movie. only boring.
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Dancing in plastic shake-up snow,
Do you believe in what you want?
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"The present alone was significant; was hers, to torture her as it was doing then with the biting conviction that she had lost that which she had held, that she had been denied that which her impassioned, newly awakened being demanded."
I appreciate your input as always.
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Dancing in plastic shake-up snow,
Do you believe in what you want?
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