the footsteps that are leaving
August 13, 2002 1:11 a.m.
What do you hear in these sounds?Really? What do you hear when you read me? Do you hear what I think I say? If so, you may know me better than myself.
Jackie said that she thinks of our groups when she hears this song. And I can completely understand. We're such a mix of people. Not one alike. I feel lost among them. We are all so label-able and at the same time, we don't quite fit into the box. Why can't I define myself as easily as I define my friends. It makes me wonder, if I can't define myself, do I really live life to its potential. Or do I coast through?
Why is it that I find is so much easier to identify through anothers words than to craft my own? I once thought I had a talent there, but now I question whether I have any talents at all.
"I say I hear a doubt and the voice of true believing. And the promises to stay and the footsteps that are leaving."
rewind
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