Shakest 07/01/02 |
I’m hurt
and shaken Talking
to a wall Is he
really full of air? Or
simply an enigma? Idiot,
Taurean…. If you
want me to go And
leave you alone Please
tell me so In words
I can understand One
sided talks Just
aren’t 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 that’s my reward For
sharing my hopes with you |