Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Perplexed
I would sit out in the cold,
But would I really be waiting for you?
I know nothing of nothing but something,
Something sits in my heart,
Forcing it to beat.
A mélange of confusion.
You are my piece of peace,
But I am nothing to you.
Glimpses of you keep me knowing that
Everyday is different. I wish
That I wouldn't allow myself to believe that.
I want to remain me but be all yours.
Still confused, seems like normal to me.
October 29, 2004
Suge
But would I really be waiting for you?
I know nothing of nothing but something,
Something sits in my heart,
Forcing it to beat.
A mélange of confusion.
You are my piece of peace,
But I am nothing to you.
Glimpses of you keep me knowing that
Everyday is different. I wish
That I wouldn't allow myself to believe that.
I want to remain me but be all yours.
Still confused, seems like normal to me.
October 29, 2004
Suge
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