Listen | Listen I tell you Listen I can't tell you the truth that I don't know my self What I feel is all mixed up And somewhere in the middle I'm alone and afraid And needing a friend Who won't run away Who won't give up I don't blame you for hating The way I always whine I'd consider myself boring too If this weren't my own life My horoscope tells me, that I should write some more. About how I feel, and the things I haven't said, that I think I should have said before. | 2001-06-06 |