Wednesday, March 23, 2005

And I want a moment to be real Wanna touch things I don't feel Wanna hold on, and feel I belong And how can the world want me to change They're the ones that stay the same They can't see me But I'm still here They can't tell me who to be 'Cuz I'm not what they see Yeah, The world is still sleeping while I keep on dreaming for me And their words are just whispers and lies that I'll never believe.

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