double cross my heart, no hope to die
you can't see the needles, but they're in my eyes
I lost my heart, no hope to cry
a simple stuttered laugh, a crooked little sigh

I never ever said, but it's true my friends
I didn't ask for them, but I won't pretend
that each melancholy smile isn't appreciated
the outlook becomes clear because the vision's faded

as we grow and mature, it all stabs clear
we never listen anymore, all we do is hear
and what was once so pure is now obscured by fear
trying to be far away but still ending up near

this was a short guitar song...hmm...it sounds better when sung
I will record it and post the link in this thread

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Life isn't a bitch...
she's just sick of being personified -Sage Francis