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something i wrote at school.... |
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I'm sitting and waiting and waiting for them, just for you.As you cross though the sea of people, i smile, but it's not seen or returned.
It's not your fault, it's not your fault, it's not your fault, that my eyes might brim with tears,that you are engulfed in misery and hatered,and there's nothing i can do
because you don't need or understand me.
It's not your fault, it's not your fault,it's not your fault that i feel so terriably uneeded, so terriably unwanted, to be such a burren against you.
It's not your fault, it's not your fault, it's not your fault that no one likes who i am, or who i prentend to be, that i am a mouse in a room of cats, everyone tears into me, i don't belong.
It's not your fault, it's not your fault,it's not your fault that i am an outcast, something no one understands.I keep to the conrers, alone on an island, an ocean of people around me.
But,it's not your fault, it's not your fault, it's not your fault...
It's not your fault....
That i am alone.
 Orange Affair · Fri Nov 04, 2005 @ 12:36am · 5 Comments |
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