An hour too late and a week overdue..
But then again, it all has to do with you…
You never think of the one’s who love you..
Especially when you think they are untrue….
Bottle your tears to quench their thirst..
And when it comes to war, you always strike first..
Never open your armor to expose your heart..
Because if they want the whole thing, you only give a part..
Always late, that’s the new earthly motto..
But you’d like to think of love like winning the lotto..
You spoke once of how we’d never fight..
But we’d never speak about the future of our plight..
You said you loved me, you said you’d always care..
But when I need you the most, you’ve never there…

03/14/2004

Posted on 03/14/2004
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