Wednesday, December 2, 2009

It takes me a while,to right where I come around;
the memories all gone, the woman is still hanging on.

Short answers for everything I ever cared,
all I have is you running wild through my head.
everything that happened, going on for no reason,
I flee to the point of no return and no reason.
Life's a crossword, love was just my heart's treason;
you run across me thro' this life, for ever for no reason.

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