Tuesday, January 15, 2008
7:58 PM
If i had eyes in the back of my headi would have told you that you looked goodas i walked awayAnd if you could tried to trust the hand that fedyou would've never been hungryBut you never really beThe more of this or less of this or is there any differenceor are we just holding onto things that we don't have anymoreSometimes time doesn't healno, not at alljust stand still, while we fallIn or out of love again, I doubt im gonna win you backwhen you got eyes like thatit won't let me inalways looking out