Monday, May 02, 2005

"Just bend the pieces ‘till they fit
Like they were made for it
But, they weren’t meant for this

Chasin’ the ghost of a good thing
Haunting yourself as the real thing
Is getting away, away, away, away from you again"

I'm looking far too hard for something that is meant to come along naturally... boarderline desperate for that feeling again.

Bianca
9:52 AM