A Black Feather, A poison pen... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- message received loud and clear loud and clear loud and clear If the things being said now are true than i can't see how i should perceiive that i matter at all to her anymore, as many times as i've had to stand in the background and see/hear these things said over the past two years with the exception of a few brief moments scattered about, i really have to wonder if i ever actually mattered much at all. I'm just the fool with a heart like a stand-by plane ticket in the holiday rush, hoping there's a place for me but knowing i can be bumped out at a moment's notice...and hey, if you don't like my analogy, remember "it's only life" ---- 11:46 p.m. - 2003-08-11 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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