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By Stained Submitted by blue sky to your clouds Date: 2001 Jul 12 Comment on this Work [[2001.07.12.01.15.10949]] |
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Yourr words to me a whisper You faces so unclear I try to pay attention Your words just disappear 'Cause it's always raining in my head So I speak to you in riddles because My words get in the way. I smoke the Whole thing to my head and feel it Wash away, 'cause I can't take anymore If this, I want to come apart. or dig myself a little hole inside your precious heart 'Cause it's always raining in my head Forget all the things I should have said I am nothing more than a little boy inside That cries out for attention, Though I always try to hide And I talk to you like children, but I don't know How I feel, but I know I'll do the right thing If the right thing is revealed But it's always raining in my head -forget all the things I should have said |