Sometimes we take all things for granted
Sometimes we want the things we wanted
Sometimes I know it's truth or fame
To be played by us, within this game
Sometimes we lose, sometimes we win
Sometimes our lighted shades are dim
Sometimes it's hard in distinguishing
Why I feel, i'm vanishing
Sometimes I know, I don't belong
Sometimes i know, i'll be.......
Alone,alone,alone.....
C Vergara
11/14/1995
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