False Start - July 29, 2003

elation is the cruelest betrayal i've known
you filled a void i'd forgotten i had
and i let myself feel wanted,
trying all the while to stave off the tides of hope
but it (you) got the better of me
and now i've drown, in my own washed out dreams

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