I'm returning to you now, stories, my wit won't conquer, lyrics, for you, my fingers won't give birth to. I'm here, crying for a second chance. Alone it seems, wanting to die, in these broken dreams. Confused by the night, you remain confined in my own tangled mind, held in desperate whims, I can't let you go. I'm here, crying for a second chance. Alone it seems, wanting to die, in these broken dreams.
copyright 2000 Charles Linn
photograph: bj pearce
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