Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Anything but ordinary


Every time I see you falling
I get down on my knees and pray
I'm waiting for that final moment
You say the words that I can say

I feel fine and I feel good
I'm feeling like I never should
Whenever I get this way
I just don't know what to say
Why can't we be ourselves like we were yesterday

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