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silence

I'm sure this silence means nothing

Just like all the ones before

It's the weeks before christmas

And our lives go on

And we're just to busy to call

But I can't help myself

When love is on the line

I have to worry overtime

Until the love's no more

And nothing is left

But dreams of hate and ruin

And I'm here alone,

Just as I planned

Waiting for the other shoe to drop

So much good

There must be bad

Knocking at my door

Then again

I have no job

So maybe now I'm finally poor.

2001-12-07