Sometimes, when I look at you
I swear I see something in your eyes
Other times, when I glance at you
I swear you pass me by
Sometimes, I feel like
You're a fellow sufferer, a tortured soul
Other times, I feel like
You're crazy and out of control
Sometimes, I think you
See past the mask to the very depths of me
Other times, I think you
Don't have a clue what it's like to be me
And sometimes, when I look at you
I swear there is something more
But I feel like every time I get close to you
You just slam the huge oak door.
Monday, May 11, 2009
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