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By Ali Date: 2002 Jan 05 Comment on this Work [[2002.01.05.10.57.22905]] |
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It's lost in his eyes Hidden there, waiting to be rediscovered But dammit--I don't want to see I don't want to do this once again I can't go back this way, there are vines covering the path The risk is too great Oh, I've played this game once before And once is one time too many... There is nothing to be gained by this There can be no happy ending with this story Ahead lay only pretty little illusions Excuses made by my heart and the shadow of the light No more and no less then silly parlor tricks The convenient half-truth of pulling a rabbit from a hat A hat or a heart, a rabbit or love It doesn't matter, I swear For none of this can be real... He hasn't lost his touch or flare for brilliant displays It would seem that he isn't at all changed-- And that is seemingly the problem I don't want things to be like they were I don't want to deal with the same old made up story And I will not, under any circumstances, share the stage So I suppose that nothing has really changed all that much The tricks seem the same, his smile is the same Ah, the only thing that has different is me... |