February 22, 2010

It’s always a failed attempt,
a mistaken glance,
and you’re left begging
for a second chance.

We’re taught to love.
That we need to love.
And we grow to want to love.
And now we’re trapped in love.

Like a roller coaster with missing tracks
our lives are left to pay the tax.

I need a map.
Something to help guide my way.
A light in the dark.
Someone to tell me it’ll all be okay.

The moon’s still shining,
and the sidewalks still grey,
but you and me,
we’re nowhere to be found.


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