Wednesday, September 02, 2009

Holding a tune is so hard
When it slips through your fingers
The notes never hold long enough to be caught
They shiver and slink to
The corners you think hold no hiding
It's time to confess to the death of a dream
Time to admit you are all that you'll be

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