|We need to reacquaint, things are different now. I ain't the same man I was. Hi, how're you doing?
||[Jan. 21st, 2004|12:02 pm]
|[||Somedays I feel a little:
|[||Your mom ain't listening to
|||||Counting Crows - Monkey||]|
i have pretended to be me
and now these jaded eyes
can barely see
where is this going anyway?
it's always hard to say...
if only i could reach them
i don't know why i feel so tongue-tied
don't know why
so skinned alive
inventing myself a new me
inventing myself new skin to hide inside
these days i don't have much to hide
these days i don't have much
these days i don't
these days i'm a bitter & sarcastic old man
i play naive
i keep my mouth shut
i live in dreams and sleep through life
tomorrow could be a better day
tomorrow could be better
tomorrow could be
does anybody feel the way i do?
is there anybody out there?
are you hearing me?
i believe in you, do you believe in me?