if.

If you, get out, before September, remember.
That I'm, still inside, but I'm dry, I'm dry.

And you, when you try, to make a difference.
You're so different.
And then I, try, and just die, I die.

You know, that I need you more than I want ya
But I want ya, for all time.
So I, I guess on the line

It's all that I can do, to sing these stupid songs to you.
I give up half my time, just trying to think up words that rhyme.
I ain't getting any younger.
But you wouldn't know.
So it's on, with the show.

Posted By: sheffieldcanary on December 13th 2007 at 16:24:10


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