Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Ostrichism

Where do I keep finding these men?
That will never see, never understand
You go through life with your head stuck in the sand
Your willful ignorance
Will keep you from any chance
To look at yourself the way you are and make amends
You'll never find rest
You'll never pass this life's test
Even if she's a psychologist trying for the best
You don't know what you want
You can't explain how you feel
You tell me that you love me when it ain't real
Do you even know what love is?

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