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Trapped in your mind, the swirling thoughts of dreams and woes surround your every aspiration and whim.
It consumes your attention, and plagues your thoughts, leaving you stranded... alone.
Only the subtle glow from the radio and it's lucid tones, hold you on the edge of reality.
It is here we laugh and cry, relate and hate all at the drop of a solitary note.
Someone seems to relate to us and hears our pleas.

Save us all...
We are trapped with music in our minds.

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Trapped with Music in my Mind...

Sunday, May 22, 2005

I tried to help you once
Against my own advice
I saw you going down
But you never realized
That you're drowning in the water
So I offered you my hand
Compassion's in my nature
Tonight is our last stand

Dwelling on things done in the past will never fix them. But looking at things in retrospect, helps us to learn so that we don't do the same thing again. I don't regret it. I think the ordeal made me a better person because of it. I am sad things ended the way they did, but I still have great respect for the person who sits there reading this, wondering why do I AGAIN have to bring the past up. It's a part of all of us involved. We can't say it didn't happen and I am not about to lie about my involvement in it. Sometimes I end up sitting here wondering what would have happened had I not intervened. I wish the millions of times I've said I was sorry could heal the past, but that's not how the world works. That's not how memories work. I do wish that the happier times that all of us spent together, out weighed the bad. That's how it should be. That's how it could be still. I will forever remember the good times. Like sitting up until the early reaches of dawn talking about our futures. Some things are worth fighting for.
I can't help you fix yourself
But at least I can say I tried
I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life

I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And our scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel

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