Slipping through my fingers all the time,
I try to capture every minute.
The feeling in it, slipping through my fingers all the time.
Do I really see what's in your mind?
Each time I think I'm close to knowing,
you keep on going; slipping through my fingers all the time.
It's never fair.
It really isn't.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
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2 comments:
agreed.
404 895 9645
I know you abhor phone conversations, but thats the best I can do if you ever feel like venting to someone who cares.
hehe
404-895-8645* typed the wrong number. lol
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