Saturday, October 29, 2005

Losing Lisa

One for the time when I flew off the handle
Two for the times when I'm holding a candle

Look at me.
There will always be something more to give.
We celebrate our differences.

Three is the smiles when I find Teresa
Four - all the cries when I'm losing Lisa

Let it be.
A person should be what he is.
We celebrate our differences.

Five is the ways that I tried to cheat you
Six - when you say that I mistreat you

In the end
There will always be something more I can give.
We celebrate our differences.

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