What are you into?

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I’m into pain
I’m into the rain on Thanksgiving Day and
I’m into giving away my heart
And falling apart when it’s

Out of the race

Lost with no sense of direction and
I wait without a doubt
It will return

I’m in the place I was meant to be and
I can still see right past the burn

I’m into flame
From a candle red
With her name carved in and
Again
Here we begin what I know is the end

Of the past


And her memory
And the memory of her


I feel unsure

But unsure at least has an open mind
Open ears and caution

I wish I didn’t feel like this more often
It’s fun
It’s hard to see in the dark after starring at the sun  

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--Last edited by MeCh on 2007-09-28 09:34:56 --

I can't help but worry about you brian