The day we spoke our harsh words aloud.
The day the sun hid behind the cloud.
The day we all regret.
Remembering the part we forget.
So we weep at our mistakes
and gaze at the falling snowflakes.
We run around like children full of bliss
but we still can't forget what we all still miss.
So we try and to lose our doubt and regret
and remember the part we try to forget.
Maybe it won't ever be the same.
Running around crazy in the rain.
Who knows maybe life was meant that way
and that it's all part of this painful play.

06/17/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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