+ and when the heart is set for eternity . .

> Tuesday, December 28, 2004 <

+ these words..

.. are just too difficult to say.

do i even mean them? i have no idea.

where does really in like end and love start?

does the amount of time really matter?

i don't know.

Threw some chords together
The combination D-E-F
Is who I am, is what I do
No one’s gonna let it down for you
Try to focus my attention
But I feel so A-D-D
I need some help, some inspiration
(But it’s not coming easily)
Whoah oh…

Trying to find the magic
Trying to write a classic
Don’t you know, don’t you know, don’t you know?
Waste-bin full of paper
Clever rhymes, see you later

These words are my own
From my heart flown
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
There’s no other way
To better say
I love you, I love you…

Written by Ricelli and Keys
Resided in over a heartbeat
I’m having trouble saying what I mean
With dead poets and drum machines
I know I had some studio time, but
But I couldn’t find a killer hook
Now you’re gonna raise the bar right up
Nothing I write is ever good enough

I’m getting off my stage
The curtains pull away
No hyper bowl to hide behind
I’m naked, so exposed
Whoah.. oh.. oh.. oh.. Whoah.. oh..

I love you, is that okay?

at 3:46 PM * 0 hearts dreamt

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