It is a strange sort of pain "to die of yearning for something you'll never experience"

Saturday, December 06, 2003

And here it is, just like the way it was at the beginning.

Do you still think I’m beautiful now that the lights are on?
Do you think I’m the same girl now that the lights are on?

You ask me what I’m thinking
You scratch my head and the answer is gone
Words
Words
Teeth
“I love you”?
Phew! Who cares anyway?

I don’t think that I’m the same girl now that the lights are on
Don’t bother to comfort me
I am comforted by the corner of lonely green walls... I am!
I am a woman now.

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