Tuesday, April 15, 2008

A classic case I suppose, a haunted man who can't out run his ghosts

Its quiet. When music wont fit you cant force it. Square peg, round hole. Those are the nights i know im in for a good time. Four years is forever. Before everything changed. Maybe its better. I'll never tell. Do you still wish i was yours? This person i've become? I cant decide, i dont know if you'd be proud or not. Sometimes i think i missed it, this growing up thing, this life thing. Square peg, round hole. I think that describes a lot about me, about the way things work. Broken computers, less than happy memories, unfinished plays, bandaged necks. Square peg, round hole.

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