Wednesday, February 27, 2008

i hate it when he holds my hand. it makes me feel lost.

Waiting is all I have,
Waiting...
Smiling through the chorus,
Sobbing the verses...
Hiding,
Anticipating,
Each word
Every letter
Making up memories...
All I am is pretending,
Pretending
Pretending
Faking the crowd
Showing my façade...
My façade
Is perfected
Flawless and deceiving...
Wanting is all I have
Wanting
All I am is Waiting...
I am fantastically well versed
with misconception.
Deception....
... don't... believe... a... word... I... write.

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