| Journal page 2 |
| Estrogen I'm beginning to be able to predict your every move like in the sunshine when you cry and the night time when you lie I want to believe in you I really do, I swear to you but somtimes I think I try to much and theres some things I don't need to let inside these doors And then I put you all in a tiny little box like you belong together and I feel like each moment is a chore while Amber throughs her body in the street and Charlie keeps her set of standards and Desdemona never lets her feet touch the ground when she loves some one new and she stands on there toes like she's learning to dance Waiting for two to be one or just to be swept away So I wait for a day when I'm surprised by a woman who remembers what it's like to be real and fake is only a memory... |
| April 21st 2003 |