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You pull me in and push me away I wonder about the thoughts in your heart, And the emotions in your brain I can never tell what you really mean It..

Faith in fast cars Push to the limit While you break Past my borders In the backseat. I can't differentiate Between the past And the present; ..

I'm trying to find out: Do I look any differently? Do I talk any differently? Have I always been different and just couldn't see? To tell you th..

No one knows for sure, but They say you're doing alright. We haven't spoken in years, but I'm sure you're out there somewhere- Even if it is way o..

Between sheets we come together. Between sheets we fall apart. Nothing seems real. Nothing seems right. Suddenly you're not my type. I wond..

My mind is always somewhere else, over the house tops, and past the river. My mind is never with me, it's always gone off galavanting. My mind i..

My heart is where my home is, But home cannot be found. My thoughts are where my mind is, But they don't make a sound.

Words spill forth, gushing out Of no one's mouth, everyone's tongue. Flowing like a fountain or Niagra, Saying nothing, but everything all at once...

We are a product of our environment. If we are constantly oppressed, We will act as those subjected to oppression. We will either submit, or we wil..

He says I'm the best thing that's happened to him (He must have missed out on Einstein and Lincoln) Sometimes he hears me when I haven't spoken, An..