"If we examine every stage of our lives, we find that from our first breath to our last we are under the constraint of circumstances. And yet we still possess the greatest of all freedoms, the power of developing our innermost selves in harmony with the moral order of the Universe, and so winning peace at heart whatever obstacles we meet." ~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Sunday, August 13, 2006
Dirty Little Secret
If I had the chance love
I would not hesitate
To tell you all the things I never said before
Don't tell me it's too late
Cause I've relied on my illusion
To keep me warm at night
And I've denied in my capacity to love
I am willing to give up this fight
I've been up all night drinking
To drown my sorrow down
But nothing seems to help me since you've went away
I'm so tired of this town
Where every tongue is wagging
When every back is turned
They're telling secrets that should never be revealed
There's nothing to be gained from this
But disaster
Here's a good one
Did you hear about my friend
He's embarrassed to be seen now
Cause we all know his sins
If I had the chance love
Oh no, I would not hesitate
To tell you all the things I never said before
Don't tell me it's too late
Cause I've relied on my illusion
To keep me warm at night
I've denied in my capacity to love
I am willing to give up this fight
Oh, I am willing to give up this fight
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