| Perhaps You burn so fast old before your time seems things good never last when you count them in your mind Rainbows and blonde haired ladies often dissappear after the storm enbed the trace of fairwheather sadies you struggle to get back to the norm Reflections of passion, renewed by summer fashions as the trip replays over and over in your mind another day pass' you've fooled the mass' into thinking no harm,your going to be just fine So walk quietly into another day never show your scars from the night retain a shadow of the truth for yourself along the way your smile must hide your sorrow until tomorrow for your being wrong don't make them right Past is past and tommorow is today yesterday someday you'll learn the answers or perhaps... the questions Copyright 2001 Dennis Hicks |
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