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No. I didn't write this. [Apr. 10th, 2008|12:55 am]
I'm having dreams about you. I want to scream about you. Everything you've done. You were the girl who seemed to own the world and everything was about you. I took a chance to call you my own. I didn't know a thing about you. I thought you could love. What a fool I was. There was going on. I was just singing my song. There was something mad about you. I took it wrong, you liked my song. Why couldn't I have you? Crazy dream, you've done me wrong. You left me long. I couldn't stand a chance without you. You said that love was dead and in my head. I just couldn't believe it. And on the phone you said, "You never knew me at all." I thought there was love. What a fool I was. Everything was in hyper-jinx just like an old-time movie. You don't understand. You can't comprehend. I guess it doesn't really matter. And every dream a nightmare. Nothing really matters. I thought I was loved. What a fool I was.