There was something special about you...
The way your curious eyes followed the movement...
Reaching up, you tried to catch it...
But it saddened you because you were too far...

How am I suppose to live with the fact that...
There was something special about you...
The way your curious eyes followed the movement...
Reaching up you tried to catch it...

Damned that star for being to far away...
But you couldn't resist the temptation...
You had to have that star...
You needed that star...
You craved it...

That just goes to show you...
Always aim lower...
Because you'll never be disappointed...
Being content is better then being disappointed.

(c) me, allison deemer
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Wow, so like, I have no idea where that came from? I was browsing around here on dA, and I had "There was something special about you..." pop in my head, so I opened a journal page. And this came out. I'm shocked, because I haven't written anything decent in a long, long time.

Is my subconscious getting at me? And if so, why? What have I done to make it pick up a stick and poke my brain? Maybe I'm crazy? What do you think?

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I've just had a rough week (or long). Stuff going on in my family, my boyfriend/roommate, most definitely work... I'm so upset with work right now. I could just run behind the building and sit on the train tracks and wait for a train. I just wish I could talk to someone without a biased opinion... Eh...

Maybe I just needed to vent iunno....