Pneuma

by Dave Allmon   Jul 31, 2005


Swimmin in what seems to be a vision
Blurred like my past, falling to the ground
Happened so fast, I was lost and found
But I'll still pay the price for what I did to you
It was my wrong decision, hid it to long from you

The guilt rose my temper to high
My heart was melting before our eyes
The dose was to much for myself
I wanted to tell you before anyone else
Now I hurt so bad with all this lie

It may be difficult but were progressing
Slowly but better than before
The bad was bad and depressing
Still lonely so I need you more
Will you be the one to show me the door

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