bizzare triangle

Every time I think of you
I get a shot right through into a bolt
of blue
It's no problem of mine, but it's aproblem I find

Living a life that I can't leave behind
There's no sense in telling me
The wisdom of a fool won't set you free

But that's the way that it goes and it's
what nobody knowsAnd every day my confusion grows

Every time I see you falling
I get down on my knees and pray
I'm waiting for that final moment
You say the words that I can't sayI feel fine and I feel good

I feel like I never should
Whenever
I get this way, I just don'tknow what to say
Why can't we be ourselves like we were
yesterday

I'm not sure what this could mean
I don't think you're what you seem
I do admit to myself that if I hurtsomeone else
Then I'll never see just what we're
meant to be


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