Games, changes and fears
when will they go from here
when will they stop ?
I believe that faith
has brought us here
and we should be together, babe
but we're not
I may appear to be free
but I'm just a prisoner of your love
I may seem alright and smile when you leave
but my smiles are just a front, just a front
Here is my confession
May I be your possession
Boy, I need your touch
Your love, kisses and such
With all my might, I try
But this I can't deny
I play it off but I'm dreaming of you
I'll keep my cool but I'm feigning
I try to say goodbye and I choke
I try to walk away and I stumble
Though I try to hide it, it's clear
My world crumbles when you are not near
- Macy Gray
Saturday, August 2, 2008
I Try
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