Some days I want love, and some days I don't.
Sometimes I can feel it and suddenly it's gone.
Some days I can tell you the truth,
And some days I just don't.
Only a change of mood, sun goes down
Someone says something too quick or too soon
A touch not made, one made too late
Armies of words cannot hope to contain
Then it comes and it goes.
And I have no control.
Some days I can think clear and some days I won't.
Sometimes I can feel it and suddenly it's gone
Some days I am strong and some days my skin's broken and thin.
That's when it feels and it takes what it needs and it leaves before I get to know,
It's only a step away moments that armies of words can not hope to contain
Then it comes and it goes.
And I cant make it hold.
And there's nothing I own.
And it breaks me when it goes.
Some days I want love, and some days I don't
Sometimes I can feel it and suddenly it's gone
Some days I can tell you the truth and some days I just don't.
Only a change of mood dream comes out
Some one tells something to quick or to soon,
A move not made one made to late
Armies of words cannot hope to contain
Then it comes and it goes.
And I can't seem to hold
And there's nothing I own.
And it breaks me when it goes.
Sometimes I can feel it and suddenly it's gone.
Some days I can tell you the truth,
And some days I just don't.
Only a change of mood, sun goes down
Someone says something too quick or too soon
A touch not made, one made too late
Armies of words cannot hope to contain
Then it comes and it goes.
And I have no control.
Some days I can think clear and some days I won't.
Sometimes I can feel it and suddenly it's gone
Some days I am strong and some days my skin's broken and thin.
That's when it feels and it takes what it needs and it leaves before I get to know,
It's only a step away moments that armies of words can not hope to contain
Then it comes and it goes.
And I cant make it hold.
And there's nothing I own.
And it breaks me when it goes.
Some days I want love, and some days I don't
Sometimes I can feel it and suddenly it's gone
Some days I can tell you the truth and some days I just don't.
Only a change of mood dream comes out
Some one tells something to quick or to soon,
A move not made one made to late
Armies of words cannot hope to contain
Then it comes and it goes.
And I can't seem to hold
And there's nothing I own.
And it breaks me when it goes.
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