Tuesday, November 18, 2008

When we touch, I melt like butter

What can I say? I’m depressed. I feel like I should cry, but I’m not. There is something inside of me that is holding me together and telling me that it will all be okay, all we need is a few days to clear the water. I don’t think what has happened should have, and I don’t think we meant it to; it was just words being said that shouldn’t have. Everyone can see that it wasn’t supposed to happen…not yet anyway.

I forgot my name
I forgot my telephone number
If he wanna see me
He don't even know it
I forgot my address
Damsel in distress

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