06/20/09
I go through the light.
Missing the yellow.
Missing my chance.
I go through the parking lot.
Pulling in front.
Pulling my hair.
I go through the motions.
Smiling for you.
Smiling like I care.
I go through the same routine.
Dreading the morning.
Dreading the same thing.
I go through the drama.
Telling you stop.
Telling you what's up.
I go through it all.
Not wanting what I've got.
Not wanting anything.
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