It Wasn’t Just Me

By Storm December

Disclaimer: This is MINE do NOT use without MY permission!

The seasons pass, the seasons changes

But it doesn’t matter any way

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My head’s always up in a cloud, or

In a book, or between the pillows on my bed

Anywhere but straight ahead

Guess that’s why I bump and stumble

On the road in front of me

But if I looked ahead I’d see,

That it wasn’t just me

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But I’m still between the pillows on my bed,

Or in a book, or in a cloud,

That looks to me to be, a maiden or a prince

Anything from a fairy tale

To keep me from the world I’m in

A fairy tale may not be real,

But it takes the place of the pain I feel

And though a dream maybe pretend,

I’m the one to make it end

I like to keep myself in a dream like state,

Where nothing can go wrong,

And my heart cannot brake, while my life passes me by

I guess that is sort of wrong in a way

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But what do I care,

I’m still between the pillows of my bed,

Or in a cloud, or in a book

Eyes still no straight ahead

Guess that why I bump and stumble

On the road in front of me

But if I looked ahead I’d see,

That it wasn’t just me

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To bad it’s to late, and I’ve past away

‘Cause I thought I’d be happy, in a dream eternally

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But if I looked ahead I’d see,

That it wasn’t just me

©2004