Monday, July 20, 2009

Guilty As Charged

I'm guilty as charged. And I'm charged like a battery I've been accused, of thinking there was a you to me I've been locked up, i should have known you could never see I was right there. I'm right past the door and all you need is the key. Something, Something tells me things aren't right I see it in your eyes. I read you like an open book So tell me. Tell me whats on your mind. I can see you wanna spill your dreams to me. And I'll be here waiting for my turn. For a second glance I'll be all dressed up with nowhere to go waiting for my chance. It feels like you run my mind day after day. Day after day And it's okay

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