Friday, October 14, 2005

Go your own way.
Live your life without me.
I will be the thorn in your side.
I will be the flower that refused to bloom.
For as long as I'm here.
And you refuse to accept me.
Why?
Am I that dislikeable?
Or is it that you've got no room in your heart?
I'll pay all the rent I have to.
Just give me some space.
I swear I won't tear down the furnishings.
Or come in drunk at 3am.
Just give me some space.