Thursday, May 8, 2008

peeling an orange

I was sitting at a café, trying to write a paper on Asia
Got up to smoke a cigarette and thought about you
How I didn’t let you live
Didn’t give you a chance

Please you have to understand
It wasn’t my choice
I didn’t have a plan
It didn’t mean, I don’t love you still

Peeling an orange is a delicate process
You don’t want to pierce the flesh
It’s right there under the skin

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