[Submitted
by dark_music@msn.com]
who said that I wasn’t right?
I’ve lived for years without a life
don’t have a soul on my side
still ridiculed despite how hard that I have tried
don’t take me under your wing
don’t need a hand, don’t need anything
I’ve got a roof over my head
as if I’d rather be alone with me instead
close yet far
drop me a line and tell me how the hell you are
and I’ll tip my hat to those who can’t believe it’s me
though I never never never ever wanted this to be
I can hear the sounds of the city
sunrise and set are the same to me
a hesitating pulse is good company
and my reflection offers no apology
but who said that I wasn’t right?
and I’ve lived for years without a life
don’t have a soul on my side
still ridiculed despite how hard that I have tried
close yet far
drop me a line and tell me how the hell you are
and I’ll tip my hat to those who can’t believe it’s me
though I never never never ever wanted this to be
close yet far
drop me a line and tell me how the hell you are
I’ll think of days when there was something to believe
though I never never never ever wanted this to be
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