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Written between November 30 and December 16, 2000.
I couldn't even say why I would want to stay
(no no no, I wouldn't talk about it)
well is it bright today? the skies are kind of gray
(no no no, I never liked the weather)
and would you walk away? I'll help you find the way
(no no no, I'm not quite finished with it)
I know it's hard to say, but will you be the same?
(no no no, I'm changing every minute)
but is it just a game?
and are we stuck forever in the same location with another name?
and would you dare to walk with me into the places no one dares to go?
(I would find it wonderful)
and if we couldn't find our way back to the place that we could call our home?
(I won't mind it, not at all)
and are we wandering a bit too far from something we might hold onto?
(looking hard for something more)
and every person lies awake and feels the presence of a longing to
(run right through the open door)
but is it just a game?
and are we stuck forever in the same location with another name?