Illusions are all around
lost in the crowd
waiting to be found

No one seems to be aware
of my desire
for someone who would care

Care enough to let me be
the person I am
the only real me

Why can’t you be that man?
Is it that hard to see?
Are you not meant for me?

I hate this situation
Don’t know what to do
Too much frustration
I feel like losing you

03/14/2002

Posted on 03/14/2002
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