Saturday, 14 February 2009

I'm always sitting on the gate

I deliberate
I aggravate
I'm always sitting on the gate
I've never said straight
how I'm feeling
I'm second guessing
a non existent meaning
I'm always waiting for their call
When they never planned to call at all
I'm never really showing me
I lack all spontaneity
I say I'm fine when I am not
I say I'm pleased with what I've got
And then I stew and blame someone
But still I smile like I'm having fun
He says he's going on a date
I laugh and say oh wow that's great
Inside my head I say I love you
What comes out of my mouth is far from true
One day I'll say what I really mean
It'll hurt their feelings
But it will set me free

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