Saturday, May 7, 2011

Old Journals

And I found it just a little uncaring
Standing there staring at your front door
Wondering if I'd ever find a way in
(Wondering if I'd ever find you waiting)

(Hollow lifetimes born to leave you broken)
At times like that I think I found if right here
In a moment of weakness I came to understand
That living life isn't always about the right thing
It could be just learning what will get you by
Finding choices that will leave you with the least doubt
(What's going to leave you with the least doubt)
 The chance you're never going to find out

And maybe it will be okay
When I leave it where you left it
(Can you chase what's never going to come down)
Maybe I'll take the path you decided not to follow

Broken lifetimes born to leave you hollow
(Broken lifetimes we're never going to see)

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