It's just like you to contest
Wearing like a label on your breast
Don't you see what this takes of me?
A certain callousness complies with your charm & in your pride
A hopeful look draped in despise.

I want to give you whatever you need.
What is it you need?
Is it what I need?
I want to give you whatever you need.
What is it you need?
Is it within me?

It's hard to explain how I am getting by on so little from you.
It's hard to believe that I would let myself get so wrapped into you.
There's got to be something that would be worthwhile for me to give to you.
We need a connection but you seem to push me far away from you.
From you, from you.

The harder I push the further I fall.
Well you don't mind me being headstrong.
But you don't want to sing along.
Maybe it's trite but I can always, always, always be wrong

Trying not to be . . .
Trying not to be wrong


listening to old music... reminds me of all the good and bad tiems and i really wish i had the good times bnack where there wasnt so much fighting between everyone and like everyone was happy but me of course because ... i left the situation i was in and in return for a situation i liked better and now i dunno im kinda happy but eveyrone else isnt so now its making me sad... ooo thinking of the good times