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To you 9:26 p.m. 2005-02-27 There's this sick feeling in my stomach. And no matter what happens at least i can think that tomorrow will be different. I said my part and maybe you'll say yours or maybe you won't say anything at all, because that's your way and maybe you'll feel the need to react or maybe you'll just let me go away saying 'it was his decision' and i could never hate you. You're with him right now and it was another subtle little lie. WHy do i fight who you are? I don't know what motivates all of this and i don't know why i do what i do and i don't know what will happen but i'm begging you, if you feel something let me know, if not just don't reply back & forth |