'All pasts are like poems; one can derive a thousand things, but not live in them' John Fowles

Thursday, December 02, 2004

Trouble

Oh no, I see,
A spider web is tangled up with me,
And I lost my head,
The thought of all the stupid things I said,
Oh no what's this?
A spider web, and I'm caught in the middle,
So I turned to run,
The thought of all the stupid things I've done...
Coldplay- Trouble

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