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Shakest

07/01/02

Iím hurt and shaken

Talking to a wall

Is he really full of air?

Or simply an enigma?

 

Idiot, TaureanÖ.

 

If you want me to go

And leave you alone

Please tell me so

In words I can understand

 

One sided talks

Just arenít my bag

I deal with reality

And up front honesty

 

What is there lacking?

In the brain I believe

That you might possess

Until your voice is silent

 

Let me be

In my fantasy world

Consumed with the thought

I could interest you

 

But never let people

Really catch a glimpse

Of what resides

In the stocky built frame

 

I could go on for hours

About a broken illusion

I suppose thatís my reward

For sharing my hopes with you