maybe im an open book
i just can’t read
a page in a diary
that doesn’t know what to say
heart on my open sleeve
i just can’t hide
a page from my memory
that doesn’t know what to be
i still feel the rain from a yesterday
dancing off my face getting lost along the way
while staring at the darkest skies
chasing away everything that i had meant to say
alone or free never really mattered
both seemed the same every time i dreamed
of you of me of everything we could see
laughter without reason was everything it seemed
i still feel the rain from a yesterday
maybe yea i’ll write that page
but would anybody read
a page from my diary
that doesn’t know what to say
but i still feel the rain from a yesterday
dancing off my face getting lost along the way
while staring at the darkest skies
chasing away everything that i had meant to say
alone or free never really mattered
both seemed the same every time i dreamed
of you of me of everything we could see
laughter without reason was everything it seemed
i still feel the rain from yesterday
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