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By Chances are Date: 2002 Dec 09 Comment on this Work [[2002.12.09.19.05.30967]] |
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How cruel it is when we have expectations How cruel it is when others don't meet them How easy it is to find something to hide in How easy it is to let them believe illusion How tricky it is to fly across space And find another in their own place How tricky it must be to read that soul And know the answers of what lies In their heart, their mind, their responses to A world that tells lies and half-truths too And interprets them in their own way My heart has spilled over and so has my cup I'm hoping I'm on my way back to health Finding a way back to knowing my feelings That for way too long I've been denying To call up bad spirits is not my intention But to find a way to be true to myself |