Unplanned_Childhood
12-17-2002, 12:38 PM
Say how many things are there to do that I’ll never be able to do
Is it everything that sometimes seems like your sentiments are schemes
With or without I think I’ll take the next route
I think I’ll try it again and make it what I actually did intend
It doesn’t sound the same, no, when repeating takes and changes
Everything and all the things I thought that leaving arranges
Is it the first time or the last I can’t remember its all true
That these aren’t the same or any different from the other two
Send me to the wall and make me wish that I was done
Help me then I’ll fall and we realize it can’t be undone
Once it’s down it’s down and I can’t change the fact
That it wasn’t the way it was suppose to go there’s still something it lacked
Say when did I begin to change everything I thought
To an imitation of another’s feelings, just something sought
So when did I begin to lose my time to just repeat
What it is or what it was that makes these things deceit
Disadvantage every time I lose my mind
From my vantage I don’t want to change a line
High up and coming down for just another sound
Tied up and left to drown for just another noun
Good for you, I never thought you could pull it off
Good for me, we always thought that I was too soft
Of such a piece of the entire game that I thought we had a chance
To understand the reason why I can’t take another chance
Every time I try again it’s just an imitation of what I love
It sounds so fake, and I can’t begin to leave the lies of what I only wish I thought of
Is it everything that sometimes seems like your sentiments are schemes
With or without I think I’ll take the next route
I think I’ll try it again and make it what I actually did intend
It doesn’t sound the same, no, when repeating takes and changes
Everything and all the things I thought that leaving arranges
Is it the first time or the last I can’t remember its all true
That these aren’t the same or any different from the other two
Send me to the wall and make me wish that I was done
Help me then I’ll fall and we realize it can’t be undone
Once it’s down it’s down and I can’t change the fact
That it wasn’t the way it was suppose to go there’s still something it lacked
Say when did I begin to change everything I thought
To an imitation of another’s feelings, just something sought
So when did I begin to lose my time to just repeat
What it is or what it was that makes these things deceit
Disadvantage every time I lose my mind
From my vantage I don’t want to change a line
High up and coming down for just another sound
Tied up and left to drown for just another noun
Good for you, I never thought you could pull it off
Good for me, we always thought that I was too soft
Of such a piece of the entire game that I thought we had a chance
To understand the reason why I can’t take another chance
Every time I try again it’s just an imitation of what I love
It sounds so fake, and I can’t begin to leave the lies of what I only wish I thought of