From time to time
I stare into the mirror
Wondering if mabe
I have somehow changed
From time to time
I look into my heart
Seeing that nothing
Will ever rearange
From time to time
I tilt my head back
Look up to the sky
Feeling like, It may go on forever
But knowing, I might sometime die
From time to time
I lay down in bed
Toss and turn
Mabe there is a way
To truly rest my head
But only from time to time
2007-07-10
04:11:14
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