2004-04-13, 12:25 a.m.
I hate how everybody knows the way I walk. knows the way I talk. knows the way I feel about you.
It's all a bunch of shit. There's nothing to do round here.
It's totally fucked up. I'm totally fucked up.
Wish you were here.
And that itself got me thinkin'...
Maybe she thinks I know something. Maybe she thinks it's fine. Maybe she knows something I don't.
Maybe...
I'm so.
I'm so tired.
I'm so tired of tryin'.
Cuz we know it's always the harder that you try baby, the further that you fall.
And even though I know you know, you might just pass me by.