Friday, March 25, 2005
But I've hidden a note
It's pressed between pages
That you've marked to find your way back
It says..."Does he ever get the girl?"
But I've hidden a note
That's pressed between pages
That you'll read if you're so inclined
Does he ever get the girl?
But the hours they creep
The patterns repeat
Don't be concerned
I know I'll be fine on my own.
I never said "Don't Go"
'Cause you're gone
I get nothing
and you're off with barely a sigh
I never said goodbye.
illusion-
