Sep 19, 2005 15:42
Twist this turn
I have secrets and so do you
Break through the walls that we both grew
Like ivory growing on this wall
It wont die come this fall
New this December when November ends
Melt the Snow when spring begins
Stuck on this track
And we'll both pretend
That things have changed
I'll deliver you a false happy end
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