Saturday, January 20, 2007

Wanderlust Will Sell Your Soul

Wanderlust will sell my soul
You left me cold
Never knowing where to go
When I was bold
You said go away
When I was on hold
You said that's not what I need
When I was happy
I made you sad
And when I was sad
That made you happy
This love for me
Is like the worst disease
I can't admit to having
Admitting to weakness
Is worse than the real thing
Even if strength is a figment
Of my overactive imagination
It's better than the reality
Of an over used world