Walked around this corner
About a thousand times
Things are different
Now that you're not mine
I've had enough
Playing this game, cuz they always end up the same
Everything's changing
People come and go
Life's never the same
And i would like to know
What you think about
Time is so precious
But when you worry,
You're better off dead
Accusations
Made about me
I find them
Very hard to believe
Struggling with
My own self
And caught up
In different morals
© Taunt the Jester, 2002
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