Thursday, July 21, 2011

When We Were Young

There are so many things that I never, ever get to say, 'cause I'm always tongue-tied with my words getting in the way. If you could read my mind, then all your doubts would be left behind and every little thing would be falling into place. I would scream to the world. But I just keep getting stuck, but I'm never giving up. In the middle of a perfect day, I'm tripping over words to say. 'Cause I don't want to keep you guessing, but I always end up getting stuck. But I'm never giving up. I'm over the chances wasted. Tell me, it's not too late. It's only the nervous times that keep me bottled up inside.

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