Wednesday, November 13, 2002
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I don't believe it.
I know what you're like,
but I came running back anyway.
I don't remember,
Why did I allow myself,
to fall into your arms,
I tried to tell myself I was wrong,
But something was telling me,
that you didn't really mean it.
And then I find myself trapped,
I'm stuck in the same snare,
and I haven't learned a thing...