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    Wednesday, September 29, 2004

    ..:[ bosan ]:..


    i feel stupid but i know it won't last for long
    i've been guessing i coulda been guessin' wrong
    you don't know me now
    i kinda thought that you should somehow
    does that whole mad season got ya down

    i feel stupid but it's something that comes and goes
    i've been changin' think it's funny how no one knows
    we don't talk about the little things that we do without
    when that whole mad season comes around

    ....

    now i'm cryin' isn't that what you want
    i'm tryin' to live my life on my own
    but i won't
    at times i do believe i am strong
    so someone tell me why.. why.. why???
    do i feel stupid
    and i came undone

    madseason - matchbox20


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