Do you feel left out, when the pack travels on?
Do you feel remorse, after their all gone?
Does your heart grieve for love, when you're left to the dogs?
Do all the bastions of the system, all sit around like logs?
How do you sleep, not being close anymore?
Do you enjoy having to look, feel and sound poor?
Do you look at the stars and dream, I'm looking too?
Does a certain perfume change things from red to blue?
Do you feel black and white
when you can't decide when to leave or fight?
How do you linger all alone hiding from love?
Do you know when a push becomes a shove?
Could you confess your love for me
or is that a passion never meant to be?
Will you keep in touch after you've gone
or was I just on of the queen's pawn's?
How do you ever say good-bye?
when you think of me, do you still cry?
Could you life you head above
and confess your undying love?

01/18/2002

Posted on 01/18/2002
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