4/11/2003 

.it's about you
It's all about these things that i felt
you know the same shit i said
i used to know the games i once played
but now it's not the same.

You say, "it's ok"
but inside you hate me
I don't.

The rules has changed
and i didn't knew
no one ever told me
I know what everyone expect of me
but anyone ask what i think

And i keep silence
i watch how they look at me
i know everything they said
but tell me, why you don't care?
 
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