Monday, March 19, 2007

I Said My Excuses (But it Still Bothers Me)

no one knows, why i lay down,
it just kills me, with no gun.
no one feels me, because it robs me,
it drags me down, i hope it forgets me.

time passes, singer sings for grace,
and i'm sure, it's not me, it's pressure.
i hope you know, i can't stay anymore,
i should leave you, it's not me, it's pressure.

she stands toward me, and sings this song with me,
ah set me free. let it be free.
i told you behind the line, all about leaving you,
but i love you.


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